harlita

Tamper Resistant I'm Temper Persistent Tagging along on my insanity walk Playing the victim I'm learning to trick them Making sweet sounds in my liberal talk You're watching me floating and inside you're gloating back stage passes to my sexual play Inside the green room the fun begins real soon pick up your press badges on the way

I removed a ton of stuff from may through last month. Mainly the story I am writing as it is being looked at now for /possible/ publication - but I don't want to get my hopes up in the case D.U.S.T. doesn't make it to print. The side story for it, P.N.W.D. is also coming along fine and the documented warring between the various groups is taking me a lot of time to get through all the interviews. All of of he said, she said, he died, her fault, etc. going on. So, yeah - until I know if I'm going to be made an offer to put it into print, I'll holding the stories off the net. Those of you who follow the recounts, I am sure will understand.

There's an arguement going on outside and I'm looking out the window at it. I step out onto the balcony to get a better look or to tell them to knock it off cuase there are children sleeping. Next thing I am on the street with them and now there is more people. A smoke bomb of some sort is thrown and we're all running. I head into an alley and run into a dumpster. Even in my dreams I am clunsy. Gah! This kid pops out from behind the dumpster and asks me if I brought the bag. I say yeah and we run to the end of the alley. There is this tall hill and we start running up it. We're jumping up it like in counter strike, I even hear myself going "