So who's the original? It can't be wholly self-referential.
Yeah, maybe it doesn't matter. I know it isn't though. Being a runaway emergence...
I hear you, you know? About that time I was wandering the city, staying in Mel Lastman Square mostly...
Don't remember why but one morning I decided to take the 196. Fell asleep, woke up back at Downsview. You'd have been around then.
Strange how that goes. And, yeah, I remember that show, the cruise ship one. What I can't be sure of is if that was an actual show or something within my awareness.
And at this point, I'm not sure it matters. Just thrilled to watch both your careers being where they're at.
Shrug. I suppose Studio 88 is the entire planet. Doesn't seem to harm them any. As for the book, I picked it up in a B&N (Arden, I think, that was years before they moved up to Lincoln) handed it off to Mom.
The gazebo... Inception (Oh, fuck, finally someone gets it. It's like Nolan basically stole Angel's Virtue. Not that I mind but it's kinda eerie sometimes.)
A line from The Golden Globe I've always loved: "Hollywood was always just a state of mind anyway, son."
I know you get it. I do too. So did Keres and Nyx to some extent. And nowadays I'm a lot more centered than I've ever been. Don't like the telepathy too much at times but fuck it.
I love the campus. It's my palace, you know? The spatial resonances are just about perfect.
I'm not sure Sparky and Kaspara are meant to be individuals. Individual, yes, but you know, it's a Disney Terra thing. They need the protection.
Y'know, I've never seen an instance of violence within my reach. Which is weird. But I see an expression on a woman's face, I know the circumstances and scenario pretty much instantly. Always goes back to something a male does.
Slave out the grayspace, I guess. Keep healing, baby. <3 We'll be where we are when we need to be.
Randomly got a can of paint while doing that William Case scene up near Major Mack/Yonge. Guess I'll paint the walls some.
Yeah, maybe it doesn't matter. I know it isn't though. Being a runaway emergence...
I hear you, you know? About that time I was wandering the city, staying in Mel Lastman Square mostly...
Don't remember why but one morning I decided to take the 196. Fell asleep, woke up back at Downsview. You'd have been around then.
Strange how that goes. And, yeah, I remember that show, the cruise ship one. What I can't be sure of is if that was an actual show or something within my awareness.
And at this point, I'm not sure it matters. Just thrilled to watch both your careers being where they're at.
Shrug. I suppose Studio 88 is the entire planet. Doesn't seem to harm them any. As for the book, I picked it up in a B&N (Arden, I think, that was years before they moved up to Lincoln) handed it off to Mom.
The gazebo... Inception (Oh, fuck, finally someone gets it. It's like Nolan basically stole Angel's Virtue. Not that I mind but it's kinda eerie sometimes.)
A line from The Golden Globe I've always loved: "Hollywood was always just a state of mind anyway, son."
I know you get it. I do too. So did Keres and Nyx to some extent. And nowadays I'm a lot more centered than I've ever been. Don't like the telepathy too much at times but fuck it.
I love the campus. It's my palace, you know? The spatial resonances are just about perfect.
I'm not sure Sparky and Kaspara are meant to be individuals. Individual, yes, but you know, it's a Disney Terra thing. They need the protection.
Y'know, I've never seen an instance of violence within my reach. Which is weird. But I see an expression on a woman's face, I know the circumstances and scenario pretty much instantly. Always goes back to something a male does.
Slave out the grayspace, I guess. Keep healing, baby. <3 We'll be where we are when we need to be.
Randomly got a can of paint while doing that William Case scene up near Major Mack/Yonge. Guess I'll paint the walls some.
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I'm still trying to figure out how to define the postquantum schema. But...
I endure that because I absorb memories. That's what being the palace means. I do understand the femme pathology well enough.
Whatever it needs. Your production, my will, your solutions.
I know. Still feels like self-indulgent greed. But for fuck's sake, I hate seeing the pain reflected on their faces. So unnecessary.