Oregon or Ohio?

I got two posts.. suposedly on the same day... one said you were in oregon... and the other said you were in ohio... um did you go to both places in the same day?

Love you lots!

I have a cool pic I made for you when I come to see you guys in August.

Story Concept

Feight: name

(Idea: The world after humans have gone away… then they forget and come back.. to find what?)

Infinity/ying yang
Something but nothing
Black but white
Order but chaos
All the words and thoughts, but none at all
Time but not
Matter but not
‘God’ but not
‘ghost, spirit, goddess, Buddha, Mohamed, Jesus, Shiva, Coyote, Isis, Ra, Ametsuru, Quetzuquatol ’.. but not

Ether.. something that is behind/ above/ integrated in the matter/energy/science man has labeled.. maybe it is what everything is and is not. A source of everything and nothing. A source of life death being non-being laws chaos… source of explanation and mystery.

Something that can be contained in an atom of a grain of sand, to something that expand past itself.

Something that has a conscience, something a sentient being in the galaxies mind call a mind, the ability to recognize itself.. a sentience. But something that has no knowledge of itself either…
Something that has seen the creation and destruction (and has caused and not caused or set in motion or not all of it) of countless galaxies/dimensions/universes…
Something that has no control but all the control over itself/everthing

Something that doesn’t ‘care’.. doesn’t feel like humans or other theoretical beings.. that watches them and the rest of the universe… all of it at the same time or none it at all.
Something that does ‘care’ that has been, that is the very essence of those ‘feelings’ That can be contained in a sentient being; as a watcher… or as a participant…

Something that can’t be destroyed but can, and if it is the is no such thing as existence.
That can be in danger but not… that cares that if it doesn’t exist then everything else doesn’t… and not…

This ‘something’ is the focus in this story… and not.
Believable and Unbelievable, Understandable and Undecipherable, ‘Possible’ and ‘Impossible’, (maybe even stupid and not stupid) All in one story.

Setting: A being, the being capable of anything, has been hiding in human forms for centuries (must realize to one part of her.. the part that doesn’t care this time is nothing, but to one part of her it is a little frustrating) because a part of.. HER.. doesn’t want to not exist (and in turn other things not to exist..)… this feeling is only increased with each human she is. Always in human form she is able to ‘hide’ from a highly advanced form of beings that have be able to even survive the destruction of their dimension and the collapse of many others for an immeasurable period of time (because you must realize size, time, rules etc… vary from one ‘universe’ to another)… this race has become everything.. immortal, formless/but form.. almost everything that the ONE is.. except they have not the power to control everything the ONE is … and they were once like humans.. sentient, feeling creatures… the existence for most is a boing one.. some crave power or life in a different form, some want to be the ONE,… but one craves the end of his existence, and simultaneously the end of all. This was the first being ever created/not created by the ONE. He craves nothingness.. end of everything.. a singular end… an answer to all the questions is to destroy the capability to ask questions.. to destroy the reason for the questions and the questioner.

E=MC2

Besides time travel being impossible... just kidding ; P

Babe, I always and will always love you and will be her for you. I might not always or ever know what you are thinking, how you are feeling, or even what support you need, but I will always do my best to be your sister.. whatever that means : D Just know that as different as we are we share some things that are very hard to deny, besides genetics, we share a very deep bond.. a strange bond, but one I think we are both begining to understand...

I love you.. I love ALL of you, the good,... and the bad (if there is any...) ; P I always will no matter what you do, what you say, or what I do, or what I say.

That story was for both of us... something that was written for me and for you.. and the fact that it helped both of us (besides those gramatical errors... ; ) in some way, shows how similar we feel inside.

I love you.

La La Loom.. (Va Va Voom...) O_o

The messy Attic

I owe you a story, right?


The Messy Attic

I woke up one day, and I found that I had dust upon my head. I was curious were it came from. I searched my house high and low, the kitchen to check and see if anything was burning, the living room to see if the windows were open, the bathroom to... well, I had to go poop. I couldn't find the source of the grime I had woken up with upon my fine head. I realized that maybe it could of been there before I went to bed last night... 'maybe it was..' I thought. But I vaguely remembering taking a shower last night, and thought I had scrubbed my skull clean. "Maybe someone snuck in!" I shouted to no one in particular. The thought amused me a little, then.. well then it frightened me. Someone got into my house without me knowing... someone had been that close to me!? I began to panic.. 'Maybe the dust is arsnic powder, or some other strong poison to kill me?' I frantically began racing around the rooms of my cluttered house until I realized I'd probably be dead already if it was that... or it was a slow acting type and I didn't need to wory about that just yet.
But already that fear started to wander out of my head, and I almost forgot what it was I was trying to figure out. Then I sneezed... well I remembered, needless to say... the filth was starting to annoy me. It was then I realized that the powder upon my crown was multiplying, let us say spreading and growing... now it was on my shoulders... '?!?!?!' I thought. "now that's strange..." I mumbled again to the empty house. Just then a particle of dust flitted through the filtered sunlight and landed at my feet. I looked up and realized the dusty snow must be coming from the attic.
*shizer* That's the feeling I got when I though of that attic. There was things I'd put up there for a good reason.. and some things up there I knew I needed to rescue from the dust... never the less, I needed to go up there or everything down here would soon be in danger of getting dusty. 'oh well,' *sigh*. I took a deep breath and grabbed a towel to place over my mouth for flimsy protection and went up the rickety stairs to my dark attic. *click* The light flickered a little, but then it filled the room with a nice warm glow. I realized it was a little musty and *AHCHOO* and of course dusty, so i went over to the window to open it. The window seems bared heavily, and I began to wonder what had made me close it up so tight. I wrestled with it for a while and with a *groan* and a *critch* the window popped open. The breeze oustide was delicious, the light through the trees, gorgeous.
I began to sort through the things in the grungy attic. The task wasn't an easy one... there were boxes and bins, and other things... loose papers, garbage strewn accross the floor and things piled in piles that seemed to make no sense. There were very important thoughts and ideas up here, things I had hidden away in my house, my mind, things I needed now, propabably needed always.... but here there were carelessly thrown in a place I had tried to make as unpleasent as i could. I looked at the person who had done this... I saw a child. I listened to the empty house, and remembered how cold the rooms get in my mind. In the now pleasent attic, I saw my treasure trove of knowledge and in the deepest darkest corner I found my ability to learn. It was torn and tattered and beaten, as if it had suffered abuse from an impatient monkey, a scarred animal... I took the rest of the afternoon to patch up that piece of gold, and clean up what I could of the attic. I left the window open, inviting in the good and the bad.
I went down the stairs to the rest of my empty house, shivered a little at my sudden lonliness and realization of what my messiness had driven away from me... what my carelessness had lost me... but it was soon taken over by my determination to make this house hospitable again... maybe for the first time ever... After a long day of work, I realized the the dust upon my head, which I had begun to understand had been there for a long time, was begining to thin.. just a little. I layed down in my bed, and snuggled under the covers and fell asleep to a cleaner attic.

Back to you, Sour Thang

J/K Long time.. man we suck!.. or maybe I suck? I miss you! I look foreward to seeing you!!! I'm coming on the 17th, ST. PATRICKS DAY!!!, and I'm leaving on the 22nd. I get to fence with you.. and we can hang out? That Friday you have school? (March 18th) Maybe we can have lunch or hang out? Man you better not work while I'm there!! Well, talk to you soon.

Love you monkey butt!

La La the lavicious lude lover cat

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I feel like crap... I have to read and write a paper.. I'll try to call you later~

Love you

he he he

I liked the first joke! What about the second?

Tomorrow I'll send you some stuff, K?

Luv ya