Reactivation? Don't mind if I do.

So, does anyone know who's been going around bringing me free access to pale lovelies and their multi-coloured tattoos?

R-TUG is moving out this month. Glad he paid for December's rent. That helps a bit. Come January, I'm going to be awfully stretched thin so I'll probably be getting a job somewhere up on campus. Hooray. Hip-fucking-hooray. At least we'll have more space downstairs, I suppose. If anyone feels like donating money to the "Feed and House I-Sama" fund, please, let me know.

I'm back people that don't know me. Bask. Yes, bask in the glory that exudes from my every bleeding pore.

Die Aussterbende Geliebten


The girl was scarcely through the door
When, up to meet her, rushed the floor,
And footsteps echoed off into the night.
You heard the fall; the downstairs clamour.
An', I swear, I heard you stammer,
"One moment, please. Can't seem to find my shoes."
But soon enough you hurried down --
Fell to your knees -- Fists beat the ground --
All Rhyme and Reason crack'd and fell away.
You clutched her to your breaking heart!
Clung tightly to her cooling form!
But, no amount of screaming brought her back...
I saw it in your tearful eyes
Reflected in my silvered face.
I'd never known such anguish, hate, and pain.
And, laying her down gently,
-Soft-, upon the polished wood
You took your cruelest gun from off its mount.
One bullet locked inside the chamber --
One brief moment of seething anger --
Two tragic lovers lost forevermore...

His tear-stained fingers touched fading words
Written in a love now falling slowly away with the march of time
A lonely melody whispers softly from his silenced throat
As the comedic tragedy of their passion
Becomes a fantasy of his ink-stained quill
That others may yearn
That others may love
That others may comprehend


His blood-stained hands touched a chalky throat
Held once in a love now dripping slowly away to the grain of the wooden floor
A tragic melody whispers softly from his screaming throat
As the unforgettable tragedy of their passion
Becomes a reality in his water-stained cell
That others may learn
That others may live
That others may understand

One of my darkest nightmares has been visited upon an innocent and her lover, and in turn upon their friends and family, including my own.

Last night sometime two gunshots were heard by Megan's husband who rushed downstairs only to find her wounded and dying. It has been recounted to me that she is gone from this world, leaving Eric a widower in his twenties.

Megan is the sister of my younger brother's girlfriend, Eric is one of my brother's friends. I myself cannot claim to have known Megan, and I only spoke with Eric for a few moments, but from what I've gathered he's an upstanding and intelligent fellow. As for Megan, I've never met her, as said previously, but all who knew her loved her, and I'm sure I would have as well.

This being said, I know many of you have the same god as this pair and I'm sure it would be much appreciated if you would give your prayers unto her and her grieving family and friends. For Eric, I request you give all hope that he will not allow despair to cause him to rob himself of his life in effort to escape the pain and attempt to be with his beloved new wife (they were married only this summer in June.)

Hopefully I'll be getting an update from my family on how they're handling all this, and I know that Sarah and Chandler are surely distraught by this cruel happening. I can only hope that I'll be of some use in consolation to them and theirs.

So tragic is this that the heavens themselves are weeping for the loss of this innocent. At least, that's a comforting thought...

The library closes at one o'clock.

I did not know this.

I spent one dollar on a printing card. One dollar to charge it.
I printed off the copy of the poem I needed to make a dozen copies of.

"The library is now closed" comes over the loudspeaker.

Me - "Uh, miss? Are all the copiers off?"
Lady - "Yes, it'll take too long to warm one back up."
Me - "*muttered profanity*"
Lady - "What?"
Me - "I'll be back early tomorrow, I guess."

Who the hell closes a library on a college campus? Ugh...

Looks like the parental type people will be going their seperate ways come October first. ...Guh.

It would seem that in our progress toward enlightenment, namely in securing the inherent rights of our populace and striving to prevent said rights from being infringed upon, we have cultivated a field in which ideas are both tended to maturity and harvested before they take root. Though we allow ourselves to think freely and explore new ideas while exploring new frontiers in science and reason, we still allow, because of inalienable rights, people to ruse up and stand in the way of our progression. Our freedom to explore and experiment is fostered by one side and poisoned by another, leading to a sort of waking death.

This miring of the vehicles of exploration in the bogs of prejudice and intolerance are of times brought about by those claiming to possess a moral authority and, even more destructively, by the rulers they may chance to persuade with their ancient dogmatic leashes. When even our leaders are made into sheep by the religiously and philosophically immature, to whom we have granted infatigable tolerance, the cogs of the scientific and philosophic machine receive no grease, no matter how loudly they may squeak, leading to the breakdown of the machina of enlightenment.

In a supposedly non-religious state we still allow these who wish to impose their beliefs upon others to do so because we fear to set the precedent of intolerance. Yet, at the same time, because of our inaction even worse injustices spring up and hinder our way to new and greater understanding. In a country of nearly boundless freedoms we fear their loss, and this fear is used by those who wish to become manipulators to do just that. Fear subordinates and subjugates our reason, making us into the perfect subservient lambs that are willing to be hounded by dogs so that the wolves may be kept at bay.

Until we conquer this fear, we shall be forever penned.

Huh, a friend of mine lives across the hall from the always lovely loligoth Lucretia. How very neat...