Writing sci fi today, best bit of the story so far:

Ahead of her the universe burns it's stars, gapes it's voids and lays secrets bare.

               *gulp*

also this is anoter awesome series, similar lines as te last post but a different perspective.

the beauty of politics is in time.
how ideals last and change, how the people in power failed on or rose to the situations througth time.

hello

tat key isn't working still, hope it's translateable.

i ave a project in hand tat I'm not talking about ere bc it'll be a fucking miracle if it goes anywhere... and could be fucking amazing.

cats and rats are well, life is painful but worth it*. for Halloween I'm hosting a movie night, wit classics suc as Te Great Pumpkin.

*my grandmother a little wile ago told me a story about her sister, who had metal plates strapped to her legs making it possible to move under her own power, these were immensely painful and later in life she was constrained to a wheelchair, as a young woman (long before i was born) she would travel london on buses and smile at everyone, talk to anyone because she could get to her job and live her life, however much it hurt to do so. It inspired te kind of stubborn perseverance that I'd almost forgotten I had.

at some point i'll be back to set the world to right... but meanwhile, i'm busy ;)