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-blank stare- Is this STILL here? Oh my... how disturbing. It makes me twitch. See me twitching? Oh, how I twitch, if only you could see it. Well, now that I’ve acknowledged its un-dead presence, I suppose I should be updating. Which is why I’m typing. Right now. ’

Well.... I’m afraid I’m not quite as insane as I used to be, so... yes. You will gain no amusement from me. My mind is like a bucket of un.... funny... ness. No longer do I love peas and garlic powdered eggs and my spork collection has long since moved to live on a lovely little farm with a red picket fence and Easter eggs.

See? It always comes back to the eggs, doesn’t it? But no matter. I care nothing for eggs and their come-backy habits. AND I figured out what the buzzing was at last. It’s electricity. I can -hear- the electricity and it can hear me and it’s all one big hear fest whenever the world goes silent. The drier lint continues to rebuild its forces behind the baskets and ironing table- but it has yet to make any further attacks. My ranting has gone down considerably since I started writing horrific, gore-filled stories instead of the fluff.... but I miss the fluff. Someday, the fluff will return to me and the balance will be tipped again and all will be screamy mush.

Nite... um.... left. He just sorta evacuated his little dorm behind my right ear while I was distracted one day aaaaand... yea. Haven’t seen much of him since. Actually.... that was around the same time my crazy went away. Go figure, I still miss ‘im though. S’not nearly as fun writing without my beloved muse.

Anyways... Bye. May the death fish be with you always.

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