I figured this would the best possible place to start writing.

Anyways for just this month I'll be writing about my personal endeavors over the Holiday season. This will serve as a preliminary blog to test whether or not this will help myself or the dollars community. If you liked "The Catcher in the Rye" or if you're a psychology nerd and you want to observe the behaviors of someone who's mentally disturbed; then this is the blog for you. If you're going through hard times, like living in poverty, or struggling with being accepted, then this is the blog for you.

I'll be posting every Saturday until after New Years on this same thread. So there's not gonna be a lot of content for obvious reasons.

For this first post, I'd recommend reading slow.

Apoptosis.

'Oh darling. I'm so in love with you. I just want to rest in your arms. This kindness.... human kindness. I just love it.

You're my relief. Bliss the vision of my future. Freedom...together at will. This is what our love means. What brought us together brings everything together. A dream.

By the laws of attraction I will find you again.

Alex it's been three years. Time was so short when we were together.

You 17. Older, smarter, and more mature.
I 15. Childish....just a mess.

Still you're the goddess of my desire. A true manifestation of my young adolescent heart.

Now we're just Dazzling.

Tonight it's raining.

I'm here on planet Earth leaning in a chair, hands behind my neck, and my back stretched out comfortably.

We should all head for the heart of Los Angeles. Bob Acri is playing in the background. If you've never heard of him then you should look him up. His song "Sleep Away" is petty good. In fact I'm playing it right now.

My room is a mess but I don't care. I looked over at all my packed belongings. Two bokkens, a P.A. system, lap top, and a travel case full of cloths. Plus a travel bag filled with more cloths. I reached for my wallet and counted eleven dollars.

I then thought of where I have to go. 'How am I going to build my future dream with just this shit?'

I stood alone mortally wounded on the battlefield. 'It's awful this god damn war. This desert, now a grave for my armies laid to waste.'

It soaked up the blood of my villagers. Their bodies quickly became covered in the sand. The heat left blisters on my cheeks and lips. 'I'm so tired. Who could anticipate such an attack?'

'Damn this War!' I said angrily. A burden inside my chest called for something more. There was power within. Perhaps an old deep magic. I drew my sword and pointed it at the remaining enemy forces charging at me. Their size became more clairvoyant.

Beyond these hellfire winds and heat waves, thousands of soldiers on horseback in purple armor came rushing towards my location.

They were after me.I was the one responsible for starting all of this. My weary eyes drifted from the edge of my sword to the remaining enemy forces charging at me.

'Well god damn! This is what I'm worth.' For a moment I felt suicidal. Then I laughed.

'It'd be nice to have a glass of scotch and a cigarette to go with this music. This sure does give me the feels.'

I stared back at the ceiling. Teary eyed. Just wondering.

'Why am I here?'

I'd like to be-able to contact you outside of the BBS if that's possible.

>> Water The Toxic Savior Perhaps. But I don't know about doing that kind of stuff just yet.

If anyone's an artist and is feeling kind of visual. Feel free to post cartoons of my character right here. It would be cool! haha.

P.S. I still believe in Santa Clause :)

Thank you!
I'll check it out soon enough :D

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