crystalmourning

+hoof pops out of ground+
          	I... Live!

crystalmourning

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Attention:
          Up: Hello! If your reading this, your awake!
          Op: would you like to say if they're breathing they're alive? Any thing else obvious as hell?
          Up: Anywho, ignoring the grump, this will be the time most of us wake up to go the hell-hole we call school.
          Op: We both like school, actually. It's a hell-hole because of the people laughing at the otakus, the gamers, the whovians, bronies. All
          Of us fans.
          Up: We just want to say:
          Fucking ignore them. That's what I do. They're assholes and mocking you just means they miss out!
          Op: Their loss, we'll be here.
          Up: So at the end of that part of the day, come here and read. Or, go some where else and read.
          Op: You decide.
          Up: Rant, cry, squeal and laugh. Anyone stopping you shouldn't be here. That's why I love it here.
          Rp: Hey I'm down with the ca- oh your doing a moment. In that case, I'm going to give you my advice since they did their's. If you feel down on here, go role play. If you don't current have one, go find one dammit.
          Op: We we're expecting that.. You're RolePony, after all.
          Up: Any thing else?
          Op: +Checks files+
          You forgot to say apples.
          Rp: Oh right! Apples~! Hehe!
          
          Sincerely, 
          The Wandering Trio.

crystalmourning

Hello, who ever is bothering to stop and read this.
          
          So. Everyone have the incredulous ability of a insomniac? Yeah.. Well. Let's go find something to read, then redevelop in my head, opt out details and eventually have a quite different but when peered a in a magnifying glass it is similar to the model. Then tuck it into my large array of figurative filing cabinets in my figurative mind office, and have one of the many busy groups of reoccurring thoughts that form a personality pop in and chat with figurative command. Yep. That happens. A quarter of the time I spend. In my head. 
          Buck.
          So, I wonder what Italy's organs tasted like to Japan and Germany that one time.
          ...
          Yeah. I'm an @ss.
          -UnempatheticPon