Wishes are like dishes. They need doing.
Once you get over that horrid sentence that has been playing over my head, might I remind you that this place holds memories of mine that no other genuine collective offline does? For the most part, I have chronicled mostly everything (and some nothings) here and even with its infrequent updates Fealdamar will not go down anytime soon.
But don’t take my word for it.
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College, that immovable spire of civilization after a long and dusty cattle trail, is about as green and yellow as it ever was. Forgive me if my words are colour-deficit, but work and study and work and gaming have taken my descriptive prowess completely off me – at least where fictional descriptions are concerned. Make me describe a living person that I dislike a lot (or conversely like a lot), however I can prattle on to no end. Take for instance...OHNOES
Twitter has become my new office while the [\refer to shameless plug below/] has become my penthouse. I believe I speak like a broken record – yet everytime I try to write something the only thing I repeat are what I do for the most part, and where I do what I do for the most part, mostly. It is sad that most of my writing skills have been taken over by a hunger for success – something I might regret later on.
And this is pretty much why this blog is still awake and functioning, sending bytes of data to the poor wary Wanderer, or the occasional spider, who walks into these portals.
And I’m a believer of this impromptu haiku
Work for money spent
Write for beautiful feeling
Both can survive.