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5 yrs ago
Current Every day I believe that people can't get any dumber then Trump has a press conference
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5 yrs ago
Women aren't mysterious, men are often dense
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5 yrs ago
"We commit the sins again And our sons and daughters pay"
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5 yrs ago
Good point life but to make a correction----- When Life gives you Lemons... Grab a fat one an squirt it in Life's Eyes
5 yrs ago
They when life gives you lemons... grab one of the fat ones an squirt it in lie's eyes

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Hello curious person, I am Rumiko Goddess of Chaos, Benevolent Dictator; The Bluemoon Dreamer....You know a nut case

Where do I come from? I could be a smartie an say the "Great State of Denial" but lets just agree that I like keeping my RL Life disconnected from my RP Life.

I survived Guildfall and have always loved this place even though I see a lot of good RP time eaten up in Discord drivel

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@Poi

I'm watching a narrated read of the Story. The guy who did it can ramble a bit but in that rambling he touches on the previous storyline
Just spent some time checking out this on Youtube







@Poi

It's proven interesting if a bit slowed

@FrostedCaramel

Poi Knows I'm doing some research, I am the Goddess of the details
I wouldn't know
I had to, I am the 7th Child
Sorry forgot to tag this
Eventually, it was the threat of someone walking in and impaling themselves that made Mandy get up from her computer and grab the broom so she could sweep the shattered cup up off the floor and as she did she thought of her own past and how she could have been Juliette.

She had run away from home, walked the streets done things of which she wasn't proud, run with losers and thugs but somehow she'd been able to remain untouched by the anger so many had buried inside.

Was she special? Mandy didn't think so; that would mean life was watched over by capricious Gods or Spirits and the Idea that it was more than mathematical probability depressing. Could she have tried to be more understanding, it took effort to try and be understanding and she hated having to expend her time needlessly.

No the Blue haired girl could learn as she had learned all on her own because in the end you only had yourself to depend on.

So she swept up the shattered cup and dumped it in the trash a forgotten memory of the person who had smashed it in microcosm.

When she sat back down she looked at the tattoos or Ta moko and thought of how they were both reflections of the inner person on display for those who cared to read them. She had no such identifiers on her body and it was more about her private security than an esoteric choice that she had none; the police used them to ID people. Hell the prisons and the Feds had a Biometric database of people's tattoos and used them as a method of ID like fingerprints and the bonus in gang tatts was they told the person's history if you knew what you were looking at.

Mandy had learned early from a former Elite military man turned bum and addict how it worked; she wasn't sure if he was right but he'd claimed that the FBI and other government agencies even planted camera's in know Gang Tattoo shops so they could add the newst art on subjects of interest.

"It isn't paranoia to always think they were watching because sometimes they were" she said softly to herself
Mandy watched as the Blue haired Juliet stomped over to the window and added to the place's artwork. Sure she could have tried to be understanding but smashing a cup and adding that she didn't seem to understand that any other place would have kicked her out at that point.

Did she think she would just walk in and begin doing whatever the hell she wanted; well that answer was obvious.

Sighing she returned to researching the Maori Ta moko and how it was done using chisels so that it not only tattooed the skin but in effect sculpted it so that each swirl and arc could be read with the fingertips.





She smiled at Amy thinking of the many others in her life she'd run into who displayed such anger in pointless gestures of violence. Sure the cup only cost her a dime at a yardsale and was something she could care less about if it had been taken but she had just finished sweeping the floor. Then there was the unwanted touch of her personal property, her laptop was her only way to explore the world at this point in her own life and something she defended even from those few she called friends; Walter and Amy were the only ones she allowed to touch it and the old man the one she worried the least about.





Annoyed with modern and predictable music she Mandy went Primal



Eivor was a good release of her my primitive nature even though she couldn't understand a word
Sighing Mandy decides it isn't worth the effort to become someone she hates and pushes back her inner demoness

Julie I am not so easy to bait mainly because I don't care.

This craphole was left to me as the winner of the death lottery when my Grandparents died

I try to do as little as possible here except what amuses me and I hate when my amusement is interrupted.

I move the music selection around because I am easy to bore

I don't run a charity I in fact run this place on the smallest margin

Its why we don't do trendy or special

You're stuck asking me to rent you a box of a room with a shared bathroom and I'm stuck here till I sell the place

I can't leave till I have cash in hand but you can at my whim because this is my home

Make jokes about my selection, groan and claim your ears are bleeding but never touch my Laptop


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