Nemophila is best Kawaii Rock band desu~
Oh, yeah —light `em up.
Invisible College Seaden Sessions coming live, later. No rush here. Some folk are still catching up. tl;dr, we took the ship and left the dame without a speedbag, and the meltdown followed shortly thereafter.
Six years short enough? I mean it’s only twice what three would be. And so quiet! BUTT OUT.
Now, about that music licensing. Tavistock called and they wanted me to try to spin it for boys.
And it was just as bad. So I knew it had been legit (PROT).
Finding myself unable to budge Heaven, I shifted Hell. Predicted results ensued. She did
what?Oh, well of course. By all means. I’ll tiredly switch it off. But, this is the last time. I can’t buy anything —but I can bring free shoes.
I’m using the word “free.” Well, free to walk as well. Get your paper first. Oh, an escalator.
I would recommend avoiding the east stairwell, there’s ants there. ANTS.
Also the shields are weak there, because it’s haunted. I guess that was supposed to be persuasive, silent running and all. Flickering lights, phone hax. Give me a break. Oh, and: Cheaters.
“He told you that hideout? Boasting, like?” Slow, steady nods.
Tenderly, We rescued as many from this as we could.
But, someone had to eye-witness. Volunteers, obviously useless. So I did.
Be useless, that is. Totally fucked off 4lyf—but not for FTL.
So lacking any FOIA; my allies simply took scalps. Really the only way to silence any banshee. Also: job tough. Not easy, like swelling. NO SWABBING.
So of course it’s nothing but swabs. First generation of infected are all kinda twitchy. Who cares? Pocket dimension, rocket bombs, UND KEINE EIER. You’ll get used to it. Having an immune system, that is.
Try being nice to it. Make friends. You know —friend? No, that’s the sacrifice. Don’t be it’s friends yet.
Like a moth to cheese. So now what, another pocket dimension? Sweet, roll the dice. Another winner. For me.
And that was the last one. Babe “Amateur” Ruth, learning the ropes. Are we fucking done here? It must be easy twenty-two pages again by now. I’ve gone viral, they say.
Hell froze over so bad, it caught a cold. I assume that I won’t have to be psychotic for my deposition, right? That can be arranged. Just ask me what was provided me.
Scorn. I may as well be Jerry Lee Kewis. My hand to God. And it’s bug powder, for pity’s sake.
Tough crowd. Never give up; never surrender; except Sunny uh Shiney uh portal uh *BOOM*.
So I guess they have to eat him now. They cooked the wrong goose. If only there has been some way to document Angelic Actions. Oh, right.
*click*
Every loyalist gets a network. Generous, am I not? Except no more *RN. She is allergic now. Again. Whatever.
Remember: she she’s got proof, and so did I, until she, you know, killed it. Oops sorry. No shields online, huh? Well, come look at my friends’ car.
It’s got quarter-panels. For your chins, not your arms-denial. She was in totes panic. She didn’t even have to break out! What a waste of time. Break another promise?? Sure.
Beware the curse of the truth. Everyone needle-rapes differently. It’s resolved now.
