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My spiral into the dizzy world of existance continues. It's a strange world, with scented hand towels. I don't think I rang the doorbell enough however to wake the postman. Yep, it's that time again; the time to choose which poster to nobble for blu-tac, left shifting it down the wall as the sky comes tumbling down. All this for three minutes distraction - you could just switch off your TV and go and do something less boring instead. Like colour schemes for curtains, new curtains are always a start, or a handing or just a co0vering for a window from the haven of the home. It's a healthy way to start your day, or so I'm told but then again with all the other things that are going on right now you can't help but wonder how many roads you're wandering down at this moment are entirely relevant to your existance in this point in time. A point plotted tri-laterally in 3D space with hyper-crayons. Strawberry flavoured ones, I think. Strawberry is the way to end the day as the sky folds inwards towards whereever, whenever and last Thursday at 2:30 pm when old Ms. Moss's shop closed, a sad day for all concerned. A legacy ended, not that anyone would understand the tears for that, a shop of distant memory, like time itself was removed. A legacy, a dimension away where snaps were 5p and mars bars were 16p. Immortalised in my memory until I am just so much worm food. Sad, perhaps, as I cling on to these slivers before they become second on the clock, tears in the rain, static in the background. But then I am just a blip on the horizon for life itself, I don't really take it all too seriously, because eventually I might just be someone else's wild creation, and if I took me too seriously I'd make them look right foolish, and I wouldn't wish that on them - not after all they've done for me. Me and you really, because then I'd be imagining you as they imagine me, a tapestry of thought and creation spanning out as far as my senses can stretch and my mind can conceive. Answers and questions spanning out to the near-infinite spiral of the universe itself as it slowly turns around me like the hands of an ancient clock, tick after tock after tick.
But then I fall back down to myself and the world is sharply defined again in my eyes, a hard realtity slapping me in my face, over and over. Until I sit bolt upright in my bed and blink, wondering if everything I've ever known before that very second was just a dream thats slowly fading away into darkness and the past.
No mottos or morals, just insight or maybe just wonder.

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It's all illusion.
Smoke and mirrors.

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Dreams are nothing
in the mind of reality

And if you want these kinds of dreams...

What a wonderous weekend! EB was fantasimo, with imnotagoth and duranorak who are just the best to bop with, total foot exhaustion by the end of the last (prodigy, huzah!) track, but energy wise I could have kept going and bouncing for hours if my poor feet could have kept supporting me!
I was S h o p p i n g on Saturday, two new pairs of fatigues 12 quid a piece, bargain. A stackload of new Euphoria/Trance/Ambiant stuff from the Psycadelic Dream Temple, which is fast becoming one of my favourite shops, but definately not my wallets, all the albums look so shiney! And the music is soooo mellow, spiffness! Round it off with a pileload of makeup (insert shouts of 'goth' from the audience here) and all was well.
Evening was Cam stuff; my interest has been dwindling recently, my favourite character is gearing himself up to fly away (literally) to safer climes and I hadn't got into my (insanely long approval) vamp; but the changeling went ok, dwindling towards the end however, but I was tired. Vamp was excellent however as I fell face first into plot that may as well been tailor made for my character, I had a great time! Grand total number of challenges - one. Just the way RP should be, all character interaction, no challenges.
Sunday morning didn't exist. Sunday afternoon my house got a scorching clean, I cooked myself a really quite excellent roast turkey dinner which left me feeling euphoric and fat, which timed itself to be ready perfectly as Futurama came on the TV. Finish it off with strawberry Haagen Daaz and a long soak in a radox bath and damn it all, it was a fine weekend.
This morning? My boss is away all day on a course and my boss's boss dropped past to thank me for the work I did last week :D
Work is interesting, life is fun. All be good.
Diamond.

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Huzah for Leisure games! I have a copy of Faith and Fire (The new Dark Ages MET book) on the way. Do da Do da!

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Tempting!