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Crap on crap on crap.
Badhala oh Badhala.. why test me so. Luck as of late turn to labors on my plate. If it's not the coin, then it's the work. If it's not the work, then I'm sure something will turn up like a dragon to slay.
Maybe it's Ben's punishment for trying to mentally form all things L on myspace.
Maybe it's because some Hawaiian god doesn't appreciate how Ben denounces the "Filipinos are Pacific Islanders" nonsense. Hence, Pele not wishing Ben to walk on white sands. Hence, Pele having Ben's wallet stolen last year before heading to Maui.
Maybe it's because instead of de-toxifying the temple, Ben would rather convert poisons into harsher poisons.
Maybe it's because Ben talks in third person.
Maybe it's because Ben has a favorite past-time of spouting sacrilege.
Honestly, the GUT Feeling is because the universe forms a natural labyrinth when there's a golden chalice to be found. If there was some an gum-drop coated easy street heading straight to some gift shop where a hot lesbian cashier and her athletic girlfriend will sell you a golden chalice for half off WHILE making out, then the chalice itself holds no personal value, word? No struggle to attain it. No trials. No tribulations. So sword in hand with a ball of thread in the other, I do not falter. I do curse. And I do throw things. And every now and then I feed off the life force of the innocent.
As for ye olde cave painting, Nars says we should make a graphic novel. Hm. Wow I'm dead serious. That'd be hot. [Note to self. Sida as life. And something about adding a bar with three conduits. Word.] In the end, there will be a battle. And there are way more "agents" than is depicted in the drawing. Well damn.