twisted Hello out there, all of you in this gaian world of ours.... I'm crazy. Yes, thank you, no applause needed no , no , please restrain yourselves my greatness is highly overrated and over appreciated. Seriously. ::yawn:: Is your soul akin to that of the animate ethereal spider? Do you have any inkling of an idea what the hell I'm talking about? No. Good. Your not really supposed to. But , for those of you who are still currently reading this shrivel and nonsense you are most likely extremely bored or just plain dead. If you are dead, stay away from the light. Anyways, not to digress any further from my explanation, I mean that the soul is akin to the spider in that the spider spins it's web to catch things, to feed itself and hold onto, something to make it whole. Just as our souls search and hold onto something that will make us feel whole. But do they ever stop? Not until their deaths or our deaths possibly. So what is life other than the search that has no attainable end until the end? Alright. Enough for just now that's enough of hurting my brain. Good night, sweet dreams, and for one time, let things bite... you may find you like it. heart Kaori
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