Post by Appropouture (@libels) on Sun, 01 Feb 15 18:15:36 +0000 View Full Post How quickly I sprawl the pages now in my journal, aside my amputated gaggle of rag tag losers. Such high thanks I owe you, excellent lovers, who carry out the world for me to new and noble depths, and enlarge the meaning of all my thoughts. To face the challenge alone has been difficult, but I shall continue in stride, as it is just as it has always been. For though @galaxim has returned, I sense an imbalance in his system. @pringles is nowhere in sight. How be the poison, Laertes? I have my dream girls. And I have my dream boy. A twitter splinter runs down my forehead. The bar has been burned by betrayals. Book II is in effect.