What are you feeling?

[phee]

Sitting about dwelling over the past discrepancies of happiness and truth that have come into and through this mockery state that I call life. I am standing at an empass, and find myself dreading the unknown. I have released the sick bird, and watched her sail headfirst into the tree of learning. I saw her smack hard, and wet on it's bark, and I fear that the sound that followed was the breaking of bone, and snapping of cartaledge. There are fell foul beasts within that tree.... creatures that will devour her whole, again and again, as they have for the countless centuries that our souls circled. But every teacher must leave the student to learn from her own mistakes. Every hero needs at least one witting victim to make the sacrifices of his own actions worth while. A hero without a witted victim is a fool who sacrifices in vein. Still love of the little bird can afford me no comfort in her absence... I glance out though, and see the other bids, dark and calling, beckoning, and I wish to reach out for them... I may be a god walking among the leaves... a paragon of all that is unknowable to the ants who dwell beneath the treee, but to even a being like myself the sun is not less than a greater god in mine eyes... and something unsee able to birds and ants alike.

I love my bird... I miss her, and fear for her...

But I will not hold her. I will not save her from the danger...

IF I do, she will not respect me, or my actions...

She could not respect the swordsmen unless she herself picked up the sword...

So I sit, afraid, and worried... but patient.

CixWicked

What was the middle thing?

[CixWicked]

What was the middle thing?

LOL

I don't know, but I imagine it was the sound of me pulling your arm off and beating you to death with the bloody end of it... Ooops... did I type that aloud?

CixWicked

[BrassFusion]

Optimistic and happy.

[phee]

LOL

I don't know, but I imagine it was the sound of me pulling your arm off and beating you to death with the bloody end of it... Ooops... did I type that aloud?

CixWicked

I feel that That usually happens in the middle

[Brenda Starrr]

Irritated at one man. Completely enamored with Jeff.

[phee]

Irritated at one man. Completely enamored with Jeff.

I feel that I have irritated Brenda... but at least she called me a man

[Steven]

Sitting about dwelling over the past discrepancies of happiness and truth that have come into and through this mockery state that I call life. I am standing at an empass, and find myself dreading the unknown. I have released the sick bird, and watched her sail headfirst into the tree of learning. I saw her smack hard, and wet on it's bark, and I fear that the sound that followed was the breaking of bone, and snapping of cartaledge. There are fell foul beasts within that tree.... creatures that will devour her whole, again and again, as they have for the countless centuries that our souls circled. But every teacher must leave the student to learn from her own mistakes. Every hero needs at least one witting victim to make the sacrifices of his own actions worth while. A hero without a witted victim is a fool who sacrifices in vein. Still love of the little bird can afford me no comfort in her absence... I glance out though, and see the other bids, dark and calling, beckoning, and I wish to reach out for them... I may be a god walking among the leaves... a paragon of all that is unknowable to the ants who dwell beneath the treee, but to even a being like myself the sun is not less than a greater god in mine eyes... and something unsee able to birds and ants alike.

I love my bird... I miss her, and fear for her...

But I will not hold her. I will not save her from the danger...

IF I do, she will not respect me, or my actions...

She could not respect the swordsmen unless she herself picked up the sword...

So I sit, afraid, and worried... but patient.

CixWicked

you just need to poo.

[CixWicked]

you just need to poo.

Why does everything always come down to me needing to go poo?

Think about it... I'll be back in about 15 minuts...

CixWicked

[phee]

I feel like I am almost done for the day

[Nienna]

Frustrated and like the week is already going too slowly.

[Brenda Starrr]

you just need to poo.

Maybe I need to poo, too.

[pharoh]

Alone, frustrated and contemplative

[Brenda Starrr]

Alone, frustrated and contemplative

You REALLY need to poo.

[pharoh]

No poo here, but there is alot of wants and needs that I need to re-evaluate...

[bean]

Like I over did my work out a bit - I'm feeling a little dizzy.

[Rayne]

Sitting about dwelling over the past discrepancies of happiness and truth that have come into and through this mockery state that I call life. I am standing at an empass, and find myself dreading the unknown. I have released the sick bird, and watched her sail headfirst into the tree of learning. I saw her smack hard, and wet on it's bark, and I fear that the sound that followed was the breaking of bone, and snapping of cartaledge. There are fell foul beasts within that tree.... creatures that will devour her whole, again and again, as they have for the countless centuries that our souls circled. But every teacher must leave the student to learn from her own mistakes. Every hero needs at least one witting victim to make the sacrifices of his own actions worth while. A hero without a witted victim is a fool who sacrifices in vein. Still love of the little bird can afford me no comfort in her absence... I glance out though, and see the other bids, dark and calling, beckoning, and I wish to reach out for them... I may be a god walking among the leaves... a paragon of all that is unknowable to the ants who dwell beneath the treee, but to even a being like myself the sun is not less than a greater god in mine eyes... and something unsee able to birds and ants alike.

I love my bird... I miss her, and fear for her...

But I will not hold her. I will not save her from the danger...

IF I do, she will not respect me, or my actions...

She could not respect the swordsmen unless she herself picked up the sword...

So I sit, afraid, and worried... but patient.

CixWicked

wait ... is there a dog in the parking lot?

just kidding, cix

... i'd type something serious about how she's the one losing out and you shouldn't dwell on people who have no ambitious need to help themselves out of a bad situation first ... but typing one handed kinda sucks.

[Guest Megalicious]

Empathy for Mel and her one-handedness.

[pharoh]

Heartbroken.

[CixWicked]

wait ... is there a dog in the parking lot?

just kidding, cix

... i'd type something serious about how she's the one losing out and you shouldn't dwell on people who have no ambitious need to help themselves out of a bad situation first ... but typing one handed kinda sucks.

Wow, Rayne... That was the most insiteful response I've ever received to my flowery, poetic rantings...

Thank you.

CixWicked

[Homicidalheathen]

Nice bit of writing here.

Sitting about dwelling over the past discrepancies of happiness and truth that have come into and through this mockery state that I call life. I am standing at an empass, and find myself dreading the unknown. I have released the sick bird, and watched her sail headfirst into the tree of learning. I saw her smack hard, and wet on it's bark, and I fear that the sound that followed was the breaking of bone, and snapping of cartaledge. There are fell foul beasts within that tree.... creatures that will devour her whole, again and again, as they have for the countless centuries that our souls circled. But every teacher must leave the student to learn from her own mistakes. Every hero needs at least one witting victim to make the sacrifices of his own actions worth while. A hero without a witted victim is a fool who sacrifices in vein. Still love of the little bird can afford me no comfort in her absence... I glance out though, and see the other bids, dark and calling, beckoning, and I wish to reach out for them... I may be a god walking among the leaves... a paragon of all that is unknowable to the ants who dwell beneath the treee, but to even a being like myself the sun is not less than a greater god in mine eyes... and something unsee able to birds and ants alike.

I love my bird... I miss her, and fear for her...

But I will not hold her. I will not save her from the danger...

IF I do, she will not respect me, or my actions...

She could not respect the swordsmen unless she herself picked up the sword...

So I sit, afraid, and worried... but patient.

CixWicked

[Zenji]

Slightly dizzy and drowsy but overall good.

[Steven]

Maybe I need to poo, too.

let's all poo, then hug.

[Steven]

Heartbroken.

this is not your life Al, this is just a season.

and you have to sow some deep seed to harvest what you really want - and that takes time.

[Brenda Starrr]

let's all poo, then hug.

I poo'ed. Now where's my hug?

[DarkVampire]

Depressed. One of these days I should do something about it instead of procrastinate about it.