"Loveless"

Prologue

When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end
The goddess descends from the sky

Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting

Act I

Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus, and take to the sky
Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul knows no rest

Act II

There is no hate, only joy
For you are beloved by the goddess
Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds

Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh

Act III

My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow

My friend, your desire
Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess

Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return

Act IV

My friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams, no honor remains
The arrow has left the bow of the goddess

My soul, corrupted by vengeance
Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey
In my own salvation
And your eternal slumber

Legend shall speak
Of sacrifice at world's end
The wind sails over the water's surface
Quietly, but surely

Act V

Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew that quenches the land
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer thee this silent sacrifice

The Jaded Emerald, Faded and Green

Envy, why do some friends envy me so?

Keeling, you envious whore.
Howard, you envious pervert.

Embrace your Dreams

If you want to become a hero...then hold onto your dreams, and also your honor.

I'm here to say, "Fuck you"

I am cursed to be intellectually superior to many of you. But understand this, my gift is not of educational and testable intelligence, but that of a curse, a disease of over-analyzing even the most simplistic of life's rewards.

I am cursed...We are cursed...

For the rest of you, normal humans, I'm here to say, "Fuck you"

To think of a thought I must of thunk of thinking

I should really do more of these long titles, of either hardly but a few words for the overwhelming force of their implications, or the insane ramblings I love to spin. Both drive the point home while at the same time, utterly destroy the delicate fabrics of the English Language.

Thy dear English, how doth thine writing rape thou so?

Language sucks, its full of words and jargons that mean next to nothing, when in reality half of the words in the dictionary, mean the same thing as each other.

So just what IS a dictionary, but an insurmountable amount of bounded text, full to the brim papers, supporting itself for importance through pitiful synonyms, destined to unite the entirety of the book through inbred words.

F'ing Fucking Dictionary...f'ing fucking English language.

Maybe it should take a lesson from Latin and go die already. Cause we all know, just like artists, once you're dead, you're drop dead sexy and everyone wants more of you.

Curse You USPS!!!!

U.S.P.S....United States Postal Service, bullshit. Service is the last thing they do. Amazon.com can fuck itself for Pre-orders to boot.

I pre-ordered Crisis Core:Final Fantasy VII, on February 3rd. So it was shipped by Amazon.com on the 26th, the day after its initial release. By the 27th, the USPS had it at Allen Park, MI. So here I thought, I'll have it in no time before the Amazon.com estimate delivery which was March 31st.

Turns out they fucking kept my game at Allen Park til Sunday. So...needless to say, its a little past 4 in the morning on April 1st, and my game didn't come on the 31st. So...It better as fuck be here today. Or I'm gonna be more pissed.