on a darkling plain.

i am the child of the wasteland....a land of haunted houses and monsters i call father. dark talents run in the family, but i shatter the glass to let the moonlight in, not to destroy something fragile for the feeling of breaking beneath my fists. all i can do is scream, crawl out, and keep screaming. but i can hold the sparrow, mend its wing... i am the spring rain and the hurricane... the monsters cower now, not me, not you. *xn*

Sunday, Jan. 11, 2004 - 6:09 pm

thanks for staying in touch. I am still working on the graphic novel and I can't see how I could have sped this up and its still worth all the work and time. I still have "life" that goes on, and with mp3 toppling over I set up a new music site for our band among other things. They even featured us on their cover page which was cool except they stuck the word "pop" under us- which can only mean they might have just listened to the first few seconds of each song.. or they just live such hardcore lives even what we do is "pop" to them hahaha. Well I wanted to spark a bit of life into my pages here because this is not forgotten or left behind its just the way its been with trying to get this book done ~without a staff dalink~ you know how it is managing a household, all the servants etc etc - umm yeah right :) Besides why would anyone want a "staff" anyway- people hanging around dusting things watching everything you do and then will only go sell your story if you ever become worth gossiping about on a large scale. People who aren't even worth gossiping about get gossiped about. Babe get a dishwasher, a machine, not a guy named Valentino. So I ramble as usual. I have a new pigeon who is being rehabbed and this one will be released he just needed time to heal- my other girl pigeon is a spoiled brat and is living with us as part of the gang. She has been here since she was a peeper with hardly any feathers- this new guy was probably the first time she realized what she was- a bird- not a flying cat. If you see some familiar banner things floating around that lead to another page besides this one thats probably the band pages.. Believe me you won't have to ask when that damn book will be done you'll know :) And I will have carpal tunnel probably and severe allergies to letters and inks and will not feel "whimsical" again for a long time" :)

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