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Unnerving, the assorted clunks, crashes, rattles and occasional ominous thuds from outside onto my poor roof.

At present, it's still a 'wintry mix' - of ice/sleet/all-the-stuff-you-are-terrified-of - and yet, the trees are cracking/melting; and each time the wind blows, it's either pieces of trees or pieces of ice falling on my house. It's getting kinda loud, here.

I'll go out, in half an hour, and assess the Hill of Doom for my drive to work. Winter is NOT my friend..salt shortage, my ASS. This morning, I had to throw salt out onto the asphalt, from my car door - then, crawl; pushing my Colbert bag on all fours...toss some salt...crawl a little..toss some salt...until I made it to my walkway. Ridiculous. Hope the hillbilly neighbors enjoyed the show.

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Miss June. ♥ I am so sorry. You slipped away, unnoticed, in the midst of the cacophony.

There goes my policy of no one dying alone.

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Things have seemed to maybe taper off, a little - for now - in regards to RL/Teh Man-Drahmah.

DJ's still trapped there, due to the weather, and sounded OH, SO bored. He was playing chess with his father, and, I imagine, it's GOT to be almost as useless an exercise as trying to play chess with me..

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OMFG. ETA: THANK YOU, violentfemmebot, FOR, PERHAPS, THE GREATEST CHRISTMAS CARD IN THE HISTORY OF CHRISTMAS CARDS.

IT'S BEAUTIFUL, AND YA'LL WOULD NOT BELIEVE THE WORK THAT WENT INTO MAKING IT.

YES. MAKING IT.

IT'S pg IN FULL 'SUPPER'S READY' REGALIA. HAND-DRAWN, WITH SHOINY FABRIC AND A LITTLE FACE AND A PEEK-A-BOO WINDOW IN HIS MAGOG HEADDRESS AND AND AND..



..I'M SO SORRY. I'M A BAD FRIEND. IT'S BEEN SITTING ATOP MY MICROWAVE ON DISPLAY FOR OVER FOUR DAYS NOW, AND I'VE NOT THANKED YOU. SO, I'M THANKING YOU, NOW. IT'S CREATIVE PPL LIKE YOU THAT GIVE ME HOPE FOR THE WORLD, AND LONG FOR WHAT I ONCE WAS.

*MUCH LOVE*

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Random notes to self: What do you see? Hope. MySELF. The flash of rage into wrestling. "He only left because he thought he'd finally killed me." Thick, brown, leather belt. That sound.

River, river carry me on
Living river carry me on
River, river carry me on
To the place where I come from

So deep, so wide, will you take me on your back for a ride
If I should fall, would you swallow me deep inside

River, show me how to float
I feel like Im sinking down
Thought that I could get along
But here in this water
My feet wont touch the ground
I need something to turn myself around

Going away, away towards the sea
River deep, can you lift up and carry me
Oh roll on though the heartland
til the sun has left the sky
River, river carry me high
til the washing of the water make it all alright
Let your waters reach me like she reached me tonight

Letting go, its so hard
The way its hurting now
To get this love untied
So tough to stay with thing
cause if I follow through
I face what I denied
I get those hooks out of me
And I take out the hooks that I sunk deep in your side
Kill that fear of emptiness, loneliness I hide

River, oh river, river running deep
Bring me something that will let me get to sleep
In the washing of the water will you take it all away
Bring me something to take this pain away..

'Washing of the Water', peter gabriel

To Whom It May Concern

And you KNOW who you are.

A proposition - and maybe, a commission.



Chuck Noblet action figure?




I'd pay HANDSOMELY, as I KNOW the work involved, AND that it'd be one of a kind and of supreme quality, as I've seen your work and still revere it.

Think about it, okay?