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A blotch of this a blotch of that, what comes from my tall top hat?
Maybe in a world where pigs fly and children are as calm as I am now, I could hold the only person that'd a more youthful me would only dream about. Of course the past is the future and the present is an odd, phasing between past, future and oblivion. Cute ain't it? Life is as perplexing as a child, simple minds and choir tunes, and how spell check didn't pick up "ain't," makes us wonder about the whole story. Who am I in the big picture relating to who you are in a similar setting.

The cat isn't smart. she sits right in front of my feet, and meows when I "accidentally" kick her. But putting it in quotations makes me look like an a**. Or maybe the word kick is too strong. I poke her lovingly, but truthfully, I am a being who can't comprehend love, or much anything for that matter. Money, does in fact turn the human world, with all those other quirks that make us so terrible, but Mother Earth does not turn to such petty things. In reality she is swayed by this thing referred to as gravity or something in the light of physics, at 19 past midnight, it doesn't matter to me. Of all of the strange creatures that appear on Gaia, the Grunny is the most cuddly looking. Of course, if I were in real life to do these things there would be more of a reason to ban me from practicing a religion. And so what if on some days of the year my behead gives me the look of SATAN!
You get used to it.

Amanda, my love these days we're apart, my heart yearns for you like it would in a romance novel, but with less sex scenes, and a hell of a lot more awkward silences. All of this time I ponder as to how I one day was a physically fit boob, not worthy of any attention, and a short while later, someone you could consider attaching to. Maybe it was fate, or that diaper wearing pixie, but whatever, being able to show affection to someone makes me feel like a king. And I'm amazed by how easily you ignore my rotting state, even though it's quite clear I have something seriously wrong with me. But I love you, more than you'll ever know, and I am finding it hard to find flaws in you, and keep this between me and teh interwebs, I might mistake you for an angel.

I now realize that I typed up a love letter to her, but at this point in time, I am considering passing out at this keyboard, leaving several lines of various characters down the page. Since she doesn't know I exist in this plane of cosplayers and wonderful artists, my "secrets" are fully safe from her sheltered mind. One cannot achieve perfection, hence is why I don't strive for such things. But you as a person must. To do greater than one should, for the sake of doing it is like getting bonus points in life, or possibly even death.

I'm light-headed now and drooping slightly to the side, so now is when I should quit. Goodnight interwebs, and good luck with the cyber-herpes, I'm sure you'll be able to afford the sound-proof headphones soon, as to block out the loudness of said disease. And wear protection, as to prevent it's spread further. Well I'm off to board the dreamland express to take me to the pillow mountains, where i can eat beefy sheeps and cotton candy old lady (head) hair. I love cartoons.