oh general reasons...not one worth going into in detail but i am now doing precisely as you ask...can you feel my pain? i would like to insert a smiley face here now.
Well, if you must know... I rather enjoy your pain, sick indivdual that I am. ::insert smiley face here::
In all honesty, I crave human interaction. Well, not just any interaction, but somewhat intelligent exchange. My world is rather small lately, long story. Suffice to say I really enjoy reading your stories. The feedback in either direction is a welcome reprieve from being locked up inside my own thought.
i am quite sure we're figments of each other's imaginations;maybe we're the creation of just one person's mind...who would know? it would certainly explain some of the more startling coincidences of late.
no, but i know it well, goatfell. it is my mountain. we used to stand at bus stops in the pouring rain on the string road and when lovers or small families passed by we coughed loudly so they would look up, distracted, not notice the enormously deep puddle just before them. they would fall in over their wellington boots and we would try not to laugh. it was my favourite game.
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Pixelated pictures are harder to decipher.
Question?
Why do you never answer me here? You've posted to my blog and I have answered you there. Just wondering...
oh general reasons...not one worth going into in detail but i am now doing precisely as you ask...can you feel my pain? i would like to insert a smiley face here now.
Well, if you must know... I rather enjoy your pain, sick indivdual that I am. ::insert smiley face here::
In all honesty, I crave human interaction. Well, not just any interaction, but somewhat intelligent exchange. My world is rather small lately, long story. Suffice to say I really enjoy reading your stories. The feedback in either direction is a welcome reprieve from being locked up inside my own thought.
oh... you've vanished the library... had to be done... I see...
just don't vanish all together
I've been feeding on the vibe coming from you
keep being
i am quite sure we're figments of each other's imaginations;maybe we're the creation of just one person's mind...who would know?
it would certainly explain some of the more startling coincidences of late.
warmth what a great word, warrrrmmmth
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this is arran
Are you from Goatfell?
ps
no magic, I justed clicked on the pic's name
no, but i know it well, goatfell. it is my mountain. we used to stand at bus stops in the pouring rain on the string road and when lovers or small families passed by we coughed loudly so they would look up, distracted, not notice the enormously deep puddle just before them. they would fall in over their wellington boots and we would try not to laugh. it was my favourite game.
I long for the days of childhood's reckless abandon. Such freedom.
More please?
Tell of Goatfell, the String road and Arran.
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