distractions. god damned distractions. too many of them but i guess they work. slowly.
right. so what i was trying to get to is that the only release might be the game. trying to lapse back into building that new idea within the heads of others and getting them to see idealize and play their part. is it gonna be harder for me to allow them to create? or will it just be a little easier on me for the preparation? in the end it gets more difficult every time you try to run a new game, you know it isn't gonna be like the last one, thats why you are starting a new one anyway. you know its not gonna be as dead as the rest. but then thats really what you hope.
"the river twists and turns...."
but will it? the slakemoths growing in intensity, feeding on the consciousness of all, leaving the bodies to slowly die and rot, living throughout all but not being aware of it. the senselessness of it. the need for a government to pull the woll tighter down, for the weaver to..... SPEAK THROUGH SYLLABLES AND SENTENCES DEMANDING FAITH AND ACTIONS LISTEN MY PEACH MY DEAR MY SON MY FOLLOWER WHAT WEAVES YOU WOVE WHAT STRANDS YOU BREAK AND TEAR AND GASH AND GNAW AND LOVE AND BRING COLOUR AND HOPE YET DEMAND SUCH A HIGH PAYMENT FROM ME TO GIVE YET OWN AND STILL BE UNFORGIVING..... i dunno if i can. possibly the hardest thing i have ever written or try to run in my life. China, you are a prick. thank you.
so now i am sitting here awaiting the slow death penalty. will they crucify me or simple lynch me high? make me like them? fuck you you can't take my soul, you robotic god complex! i work my ass off, every day i go through hell to get here, and what for? you say i can't even keep a personal browser open, god damn you. i am i will. if i wanted to sell my soul I'd be sleeping next to the Antichrist.
since when do browsers have a spell check??
interesting.
i guess this one just turned into another ramble.
tomorrow maybe
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