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Lacrima Castle _ Introductions and Departures _ LEAVING

Posted by: Raijinili Jul 5 2008, 04:24 PM

GOING TO BED

GOOD AFTERNOON.

Posted by: Yuka Jul 5 2008, 07:05 PM

God damnit Rai, I thought this thread was for someone else. Thanks a lot.

Posted by: P.P.A. Jul 5 2008, 08:32 PM

I hope this is what it seems to be, a joke topic. DON'T LEAVE US RAI STAY AWAAAAKE

Posted by: Lord Rasler Jul 5 2008, 10:16 PM

I was hoping worried this was true.

Posted by: Raijinili Jul 6 2008, 01:11 AM

BACK

Posted by: Raijinili Jul 6 2008, 01:19 AM

LEAVING AGAIN GOING TO SLEEP FOR REAL THIS TIME I HOPE

Posted by: Leyviur Jul 6 2008, 06:58 AM

You're a dumbfuck.

Posted by: Dr Sturm Jul 7 2008, 12:43 AM

Rai needs twitter. That way we'll always know this vital information, and Ash can't bring the swift hand of LCN semi-justice down.

Posted by: Rhiannon Jul 7 2008, 12:54 AM

-1 RPM

Posted by: Dr Sturm Jul 7 2008, 01:32 AM

"You know what it is?"
"What?"
"I'm going to lay it on you."
"Tell me."
"Ready?"
"Fuck yourself."
"The international date line."
"No."
"Yes."
"The international date line!"
"Yes."
"Fuck the international date line!"
"Can we do that?"
"I don't know. How does it work again?"

Posted by: Rhiannon Jul 7 2008, 01:38 AM

"You gonna eat all those?"
"Eat all what?"
"The ropes. In your hand."
"Huh?"
"Eat. Like, when you move your jaws around and--You know, like masticate..."
"Fucking freak. What the fuck are you--"
"No, what the fuck are you?"
"Fucking freak."
"I'm the freak? You're buying the place out of Red Ropes and I'm the freak? Is that what people eat here in Ockah-Ockah-Nokah-Mockah... whatever the fuck it's called? You're like the fucking mayor of Ockah-Schmakka and you eat your fucking Red Ropes by decree?"
"Puffer."
"Puffer? What does that mean? That's the best you can do? Puffer? You fucking pussy."

Posted by: Dr Sturm Jul 7 2008, 02:00 AM

Dear Mo, Dear Thor,
Senegal! Can you believe it? It is something here. Something like some other place. The people... there was this man... Then again, at this point I don't know if we're seeing anything or missing everything.... The air here, though, is different enough, so that's something

"That's good so far."
Hand was over my shoulder.
"You really captured it, Will. All those blank spaces, too-"
"Fuck you."

Posted by: Rhiannon Jul 7 2008, 02:02 AM

There are bears and there are small dogs. Be strong like bear! If they take out your teeth, sit on the dogs. Bears always forget they can just sit on the dogs. Sit on the dogs!

Posted by: Dr Sturm Jul 7 2008, 02:13 AM

"Thisisthepartwherewegetdraggedaroundbyourpenis"

Posted by: Dr Sturm Aug 10 2008, 09:44 PM

Mo & Thor -
Everyone's got their own money. It's the first thing a new country does, it prints money. The money here's beautiful, as almost all money is everywhere outside the U.S. - even Canada's is better than ours. Hand (you remember Hand. He told you how hunters trap meercats, and demonstrated on you, Thor) says that in New Zealand, the money has little plastic see-through windows. Money is really the only tangible communication device we have, if you

Posted by: Dr Sturm Aug 10 2008, 11:38 PM

Mo. Thor.
I'm writing to you just before Hand (you remember him. At the batting cages, he threw the ball that hit Mo in the stomach) will jump from a moving car (ours) to a moving horse-drawn cart. Wait until you're older to try something like this - a lot older, I think - but then don't wait much longer. I can't believe we waited so long ourselves. This will be great. I'll finish the postcard when we're done.

Posted by: Rhiannon Sep 15 2008, 03:46 AM

There is no point in repeating the usual platitudes. Bread and the sea: it is a subject we will tackle here.

Many years ago, before bread, there was the sea. Then one day in the fifteenth century there was bread. Many people worried about the consequences of having both bread and the sea. And there was good reason to worry.

But now we are past all that. We live in a world where we no longer have to worry about rivalries and vengeance, at least as they pertain to bread and the sea. But will it always be this way? We have treaties, and strong nets, and the one wall, but is it enough? Some would say it is not enough.

But what can we do? We cannot live in fear. We cannot hide in our shelters or wear dark cloaks and thigh-high boots. We have to go on living. We have to ride our bicycles and fly our kites and tie our friends in the shed with rope and duct tape. We have to live. There may come a day when the sea and the bread find a way to again bring their differences to our front porch. It could be tomorrow. Or next year. You could be dead by that time. But if you are not dead, you could be at work, drinking soda and writing words on paper -- or typing them. And then the sound of conflict will come to your ears, accompanied by a bright light, and the unmistakable heat of eternal fire.

Posted by: Dr Sturm Jan 29 2009, 08:21 AM

They'll try me and convict me and I'll be killed in a chair. Or hanged; I'll be hanged because I'll want the pain, slow, the veins burning, bursting-
Oh, but that embarrassing erection at the end-