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Well what charming times we have. It's 10 PM, raining outside, rumbling thunder, and I'm on the 20th floor downtown, balcony door open, to let it all in. Smell that rainy, dense richness! Look at those green, yellow, and red gummi worm lights! Moreover, I am accompanied by Warsteiner--a gorgeous dark German lager
Yes, and I just found out that Tree Man has been largely cured. Oh, Tree Man, incarnation of my nightmares, ye who have haunted me for weeks, though I've never had the courage to look at a picture of you outright! The most I could take it a glance. Even now, I shudder at the memory of the glance.. But he's largely better.
This has given me a great moral crisis, though. How could I turn my back on Tree Man? How could I be so appalled as to not look at him, a poor, pitiful creature? who needs compassion? How could I do it? I desperately did not want to, but I have shunned him in my mind these whole two weeks. Ben terrified! Terrified!
Blessed be that fine American doctor from the University of Maryland who flew to Indonesia to save him. Blessed be that dispassionate (yet compassionate) man of science who flew to the other side of Earth to give this man a chance. Blessed be that man. Mother Theresa likewise could have helped. But I am a lower breed
Should I aspire to be greater? Should I strive to get to the point where I can tolerate and WANT TO HELP one such as a Tree Man? I still shudder at the very idea. Should I try it? Should I try to get to that point? It would honestly break me in the process. BREAK ME! I would have to sob and writhe on the floor in agony and probably slam my head on things for me to emerge capable.
How can that be? How can I be so limited? So heartless? HOW! May God have mercy on my soul, that's all I can say. I'm serious. Though Tree Man doesnt affect me, my mere reaction to him has so exposed me to myself that all I can say is may God have mercy on my soul.
What is this total marijuana smell I keep smelling? Every time I smell it (presumably coming from another balcony), I want to run out there and say, "OH MY GOD MARTHA, DO I SMELL MARIJUANA?" but when I actually go outside, I see no one on any balcony
GUESS WHAT....... So Sunday morning, while asleep, I swear everything shook, and I woke up and thought, "Was that an earthquake???" I told myself I'd check online later. Channel 4's website made no mention
Today I found out IT WAS A BIG FAT EARTHQUAKE... It's epicenter being in Del City. It was like a 3.2 or something. YOE MY GYO-HAWD. I live in a 20 story building...!!! If this is merely a precursor to another earthquake, there's a possibility I could get crushed beneath the rubble! There's no escaping this place! Death in this place! In such an event!
Yes, and I just found out that Tree Man has been largely cured. Oh, Tree Man, incarnation of my nightmares, ye who have haunted me for weeks, though I've never had the courage to look at a picture of you outright! The most I could take it a glance. Even now, I shudder at the memory of the glance.. But he's largely better.
This has given me a great moral crisis, though. How could I turn my back on Tree Man? How could I be so appalled as to not look at him, a poor, pitiful creature? who needs compassion? How could I do it? I desperately did not want to, but I have shunned him in my mind these whole two weeks. Ben terrified! Terrified!
Blessed be that fine American doctor from the University of Maryland who flew to Indonesia to save him. Blessed be that dispassionate (yet compassionate) man of science who flew to the other side of Earth to give this man a chance. Blessed be that man. Mother Theresa likewise could have helped. But I am a lower breed
Should I aspire to be greater? Should I strive to get to the point where I can tolerate and WANT TO HELP one such as a Tree Man? I still shudder at the very idea. Should I try it? Should I try to get to that point? It would honestly break me in the process. BREAK ME! I would have to sob and writhe on the floor in agony and probably slam my head on things for me to emerge capable.
How can that be? How can I be so limited? So heartless? HOW! May God have mercy on my soul, that's all I can say. I'm serious. Though Tree Man doesnt affect me, my mere reaction to him has so exposed me to myself that all I can say is may God have mercy on my soul.
What is this total marijuana smell I keep smelling? Every time I smell it (presumably coming from another balcony), I want to run out there and say, "OH MY GOD MARTHA, DO I SMELL MARIJUANA?" but when I actually go outside, I see no one on any balcony
GUESS WHAT....... So Sunday morning, while asleep, I swear everything shook, and I woke up and thought, "Was that an earthquake???" I told myself I'd check online later. Channel 4's website made no mention
Today I found out IT WAS A BIG FAT EARTHQUAKE... It's epicenter being in Del City. It was like a 3.2 or something. YOE MY GYO-HAWD. I live in a 20 story building...!!! If this is merely a precursor to another earthquake, there's a possibility I could get crushed beneath the rubble! There's no escaping this place! Death in this place! In such an event!