It's been a while, most people that are on here, well... aren't really on here. I haven't been on here cause my mom convinced me not to use a public website to write books. But you know what, I'm not scared of copyright, I'm here to have ideas written down, destress, ramble about life, and hopefully pull some heartstrings, cause let me tell you, we have grown up in this society, we have fought together, or against each other, each season, in and out, each time, a new challenge or problem, and each the same size as the last relative to our current capacity to know. The world never stops, but I would like to encourage it to. Literature, thoughts, the creation of human, that's what's written between messages, between lines on a book page, within communication, misdirection, lies, gestures, graces. To want to be heard is to be an individual. I may not be an individual, but we will be heard in ways that will make those burning our lands scream to protect their status quo. 

Nevertheless, I could never be more melodramatic in text but a recluse in the real world. Our work is silent, but impactful, as producers of media, and stuff. Pain does make us beautiful, but it's because we call out for support of others that will lift you up out of the depths. Please be kind to your fellow human. 

I hope to write my mind and my heart into these pages. Not all will make sense, almost none of it will have the veneer of a professional writer, but I hope to inspire, to make believe, to reveal identity and our care for the future of humanity.

Lori's Meow, KK, Lyra, Demia, Charon, Kinoko, and names unmentioned, we regale you with the only thing we can offer, us.