Oh come on now. I'll only have a little nibble.

It's not that I hate the rain...

...yes it is.

The bitch is back.

Head for the hills, little darlings.

I swear to god that SOMETHING will go here this weekend.

Yeah, sure, there's been plenty of opportunities in the past month to write up something for poor Mac but I've got graduation tomorrow and I'm still a little "omgwtfholyshit" about the whole thing, so to speak. *ahem*

So. Yeah. I'll get to it.

*loves all*

Edit: I'm thinking of a layout revision. Who has good ideas? :/

Who has made you smile recently?

Why, my good friends of course: Art and Paul, Elvis, Steven, Robert, David, a little Jimi, Eddie, and let's not forget Lemmy. I'm sure you know them.

( It's time for a new direction )

So, writing for Mac lately has become a chore and he happens to be jealous of my new kid in the community. I don't want to give him up so...I wrote this up. Now ya'll get to help me...WOOOO!!

Ask anything here. For the mun, for the muse, hell for both. Whatever! I just need good old kick-in-the-rear inspiration because I don't want to let my little demon go! *smothers him with affection*

Doesn't matter if I know you or not. Go on :) He doesn't bite. Too classy.

please someone tell me why the fuck there's a meme picture floating around his journal. Or is it just my computer that's jacked up?

Who's your best friend, and why?

How would you like a best friend that functioned not only as a good listener but as a perfect confidant and could whip up anything you liked with a mere flick of his wrist?

Well he doesn't exist. But you do have old Mac on your side. Each and every one of you.

( My best friend? Why it's you. )

Fragile.

The universe had been designed to sustain a lot of things but in fact the whole framework was very fragile. That was where the Laws had come into play: the boundaries between good and evil. They were established no sooner than the principles themselves were created. It was a system of checks and balances.

But aside from the big picture itself an angel falling, contrary to the harsh verb, was an illustration of fragility.

It was the equivalent of dropping a porcelein figure. It was something durable, built to last. The piece was still intact but it would never be the same, all those tiny cracks and chips that depreciated something precious in only a matter of seconds.

( ...individual feathers sparked and shriveled after bursting into a fiery display... )

Do you believe in ghosts?

Ghosts, phantoms, spirits, whatever you may call them are a strictly human. Don’t believe that little puppy dogs and kitty cats come back to roam the earth. They don’t have free will nor would they find any reason to come back and roam the earth because of any sort of restlessness. Digging up that last bone isn’t that important.

Yes, ghosts are restless spirits. I’m not just talking vengeful lover or sexually repressed teenagers- there’s all sorts of reason for their coming back. In Hell and on Earth one comes across them all the time.

Lucky, lucky me.

( you want more. you know it. )

So in the simplest and most straightforward explanation: no. I don’t believe in those lost wretches at all. But boy they sure do believe in me.