October 19, 2003 - 6:16 a.m.
I have a really cool special friend in ENgland(or scotland maybe, but somewhere on that island, I'm almost positive), who calls herself the Orkney whore. I have no idea why she would need to fall back upon using her body to earn a living(though pics hint that lving could be substantial), once you consider her razor wit and writing gifts. She has helped me figure out a thing or two about direction, though I doubt she knows this. She also has helped me as editor for I think all of my stories posted on fake news sites, she has such a light touch, balanced with knowing just how and where to polish my writing till it can be used for something other then toilet paper. Oh yeah, she gives such good edit, so smooth, I doubt many others will be allowed to tickle my pinky pink paragraphs with their fingers after her typed strokes have gotten me There faster then, uhm, something that is really really really fast. She sent me a bril(her slang for brilliant)story about a redone Dating Gameshow called Last Chance for Romance. I wont post it, or even give you a taste, since she should submit it somewhere, and somewhere's don't usually want stuff that has already been up on the web. I will, however, post my email reply to that story. As usual, my thought process and writing process both slowly disintergrate, in such a way that amuses me to no end, so I will continue to write like myself, for myself, to amuse myself, because I can, I want to, and fuck all other reasons, thats enough to do anything that doesn't effect any other living being, isn't it?
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Posted Cheesy Steroid story, since it is most recent, then I tried to post one of yours Ork, but I guess there is a limit of one posting per day. Fucking Wankers! What a cock-tease, my writer's balls have gone all frustrated smurf blue, luckily they have no idea that this is the effect their reindeer games have played on my thought-spewing organ. Just as luckily, I can type with one hand very well...
Whatever.
Who?
ZFilter?
Never heard of'em.
They're dead to me now.
*Spits*
Until tomorrow when I can submit another story.
I might bring them back to my attention and graces.
Not that they deserve such privilage.
No no no, they most certainly do Not!
But I will have forgotten by then why I am so righteously perturbed.
Now.
ON to...
what was I talking about again?
Yeah Ork, loved your Last Chance At Romance!
How does one get to be on this game?
As one of the minor lords of the Hells, I need a bit of help dating.
I have no little prestige and character to add.
And I have been accredited with having invented a diabolical device of un-godly wretched agony ridden torture, or two, in my day.
The Spanish Inquisition may have thought my methods harsh, but now-a-days I can advertise on the Disney Channel if I needed.
So I'm said to be fairly well endowed in the Evil aspect of my nature.
I need someone who is ok with the whole "Hell" or "Hades" career thing.
They also have to understand why I sleep in a poem and cry when I see trees.
You want destruction oriented and desensitized to violence and death? Forget Hitler, I'm your deamon.
Keep me in mind for your next show!
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