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Walden JournalSaturday 18th
8:48 P.M.- 9:57 P.M.
I will knowingly and willingly admit that I am cramming, I spend a lot of time on my own anyway so this isn't much of a problem. I also know we are supposed to learn something profound about ourselves; but what more can a madman learn from their own depraved mind? What more can I learn by quieting my mind so much that no thoughts come forth? it would defeat the purpose, what I know I should have learned during our two weeks of this. Two weeks I spent working on other, more pressing, assignments and worrying how on the face of this green earth I was going to get this project done. I was going to spend the five hours between lunch and dinner tomorrow doing this but since the writers voice in my head (not schizophrenic type voice)won't shut up I'm going to give you that grand tour you wanted. Non-censored and completely honest, and hopefully you won't hate me too much for it. The first voice we come to is my writer. My writer is the reas
X-Factor RPG XIV"Timmothy!" Imaran shouted from his prison inside his own mind.
"What?" The demon growled.
"Instead of fighting a girl why don't you settle your score with me!" Imaran challenged praying that he would aggravate Timmothy enough to take the challenge.
"It's more fun to watch you squirm though. Now if you'll excuse me I've got some work to finish," and with that Tim was back in control. Deepa didn't have a sno-cone in hell's chance.
When she finally came to she was in the hospital wing her ribs broken along with a few other bones but she was alive.
Are you ok? Artemis asked telepathically.
I-I'm not sure Deepa replied still attempting to figure out what happened.
Rest ok? You'll need all the strength you can get Artemis said kindly before lulling Deepa back to sleep.
"Is she going to be ok?" Strafe asked looking as beat as Sarah.
"As ok as she'll ever be at the moment. Strafe I need you to do me a favor..."
A walk through the woodsI was walking alone in the woods one day when I happened upon a strange sight. An old man out of place among the new shoots muttering something to himself. Normally I would have run from such a strange man, but for some reason I instead felt compelled to speak with him and ask him my questions.
So I did.
"Who are you?" I asked when I came close enough for him to hear me.
"I have many names," He replied with a smile.
"Surely you must have at least one that you use," I said concerned that the old man might not be as harmless as I thought.
"Don't be afraid my child I mean you no harm, though others may say that I do. If you insist on a name use Abba, I must say I am rather partial to it," As he said the final word it sunk in just who this was.
"Abba how-why-wha-" I had so many questions to ask but now that I had a chance my tongue was tied into a most difficult knot.
"Save your questions for a later date, I have a message I'd like for you to send out." He said with a chuckle.
CSSN Shipping contest ProtectiveshippingWhy do I feel this way?
I've never known this feeling before.
I feel light and free
And somehow bound to you.
You are my trainer
Yet somehow my....
That's the word: love
How can that be though?
How can it be that you captivate me like this?
What spell have you put upon my heart?
Why can't I fight it?
Why don't I want to fight it?
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