Sparrows Fall / Texts
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Godammit. This thing looks so gorgeous, and I've barely been able to get on the internet casually for weeks, let alone go on a trip. Work is crushing me - I'm sorry everyone, I gotta bail on this Journey. I've been fighting it for over a month, and I finally have to admit that I lost the battle. >=\
Draw!
We are working on multidimensional technology that will allow us to exist in two places at once!
Although until we bend physics to our will, extradition may be the way to go...
It produces fantastic taskers! Tithe a GYØ member!
Oh my god, green bruise.
Ow. Ow ow.
This is fantastic! Yay for chaser stories!
Also, I love it when someone posts praxis for a Journey and several other participants can suddenly piece together a clearer explanation for their own experience...
I also love this:
This fact was actually not immediately apparent due to the fact that there were actually 3 pirates already in front of Grauman's Chinese Theater.
Vote for cakey destruction!
Many have napped on it, none should have.
Hee!
I am inordinately affected by the place where you're getting a lot of work done being considered a paradise.
For the serious tasker: Asspraxis.
Our black studio is motherfucking terrifying - the rapture is the hound and the dove, and the hunger is one and they pass it back and forth like children at the beach with a bright red ball, while their mother looks on from beneath a checked umbrella and the wind smells of brine and industry. There are hounds in the water, their tongues lolling, laughing, waiting for that red ball, chanting like hounds chant on the hunt. Until it changes hands and the dove hungers and with a thousand angels chanting peace and olive branches it crushes the hounds in two and swallows them and when the children are done they turn and see their mother's body floating facedown in the surf.