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Being friendless taught me how to be a friend. Funny how that works.
I recently grew board of my usual activities & decided to create a Nexopia profile. What are these "usual" activities that I grew board of you may ask? Well even if you didn't here is the rundown.
Round 7am I typically awake from my nightly hibernation. This is both a blessing and a curse. Those who are framiliar with lucid dreaming will know exactly what I mean. Don't know what lucid dreaming is? Simply it is a dream where you feel in control of you'r actions but not nececarily the dream itself. This can be both very rewarding to downright terrifying depending on the dream as they feel very fucking real at the time. Let me give you an example of both a time when I could have stayed asleep forever and another where I awoke litterally yelling for it to end! (Both were in the end 100% totally kick ass, I suppose this is to be expected given the fact that they came from me and all) !
~Well there I was in some pre historic place chilling with Little Foot, Ducky ... The whole Crew~
In any event, me and my dino palls were filled with some strange thoughts, felt damn good after finding the great valley, beating the fuck out of sharptooth and having
All was not good in the world of LBFT and it became clear why. For some reason the plauge randomly started popping up here and there and allthough it could be avoided just by not eating every fucking plant in sight Spike was a retard (buisness as usual) and chowed down.
Spike died. No one took this as hard as ducky. While Sarah was taking it hard from me ducky made a brave and final statement.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
After suffereing through that Alcahol induced pile of dog shit,LittleFoot and I both decided we had to speak to Ducky about it.
LittleFoot & Myself ~ "That was the most beautiful thing I have ever heard"
Ducky ~ *Tear* "Really .....?"
LittleFoot & Myself~ "No, limp dick! I'm going to light up a fat blunt and then I'm going to rape your mouth!