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Aug. 22nd, 2003 06:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spokeWell. Bad news about my car. Turns out it apparently can't be fixed. :( And they're now sending out the adjustor that got cancelled in the first place >:O to look at it.
I'll get my 500 deductable back, but... it looks like I'll be shopping for a new car. Which I really don't have the money for, but. I have to be able to drive.
Feel strangely numb about the whole thing.
Of course, this would be when a lurking video game monster i've been wondering about for some time, decides to pop up.
Yeah, I got an actual monster, like you fight and it dies and that's it. << So?!
Taharka
I have been sleeping in this map for centuries.
Perhaps since the halting of the world ship; I neither know the number of the years nor care to. I care only for the fact that there was peace, in the dreaming, in the red light of the world ship.
Here there is only confinement. Little map of a little world, populated by little minds that cannot be bothered to see thier end coming.
I suppose the ancestors would tell me it was ironic, could I still speak to thier souls. They sleep in the comfort of the red dreams, and I am confined to the blue.
Some lost tribe of these small minds has named it Sanctuary. They have no idea the nature of what they have deemed sacred.
Everywhere, everywhere they pass it roots and sense nothing. They move on in thier little dreams, never knowing they have touched the ending of thier world.
I'll get my 500 deductable back, but... it looks like I'll be shopping for a new car. Which I really don't have the money for, but. I have to be able to drive.
Feel strangely numb about the whole thing.
Of course, this would be when a lurking video game monster i've been wondering about for some time, decides to pop up.
Yeah, I got an actual monster, like you fight and it dies and that's it. << So?!
Taharka
I have been sleeping in this map for centuries.
Perhaps since the halting of the world ship; I neither know the number of the years nor care to. I care only for the fact that there was peace, in the dreaming, in the red light of the world ship.
Here there is only confinement. Little map of a little world, populated by little minds that cannot be bothered to see thier end coming.
I suppose the ancestors would tell me it was ironic, could I still speak to thier souls. They sleep in the comfort of the red dreams, and I am confined to the blue.
Some lost tribe of these small minds has named it Sanctuary. They have no idea the nature of what they have deemed sacred.
Everywhere, everywhere they pass it roots and sense nothing. They move on in thier little dreams, never knowing they have touched the ending of thier world.
