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[phoenix_blade]

splatterhouse

Why?

Edit: Nvrmnd.

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[donttouchmyhat]

What happened?

[phoenix_blade]

Nothin' of import. Had to go into IM to find out, though. I hate IM. HATE IT.

[donttouchmyhat]

Aw man. We just friended up, too.

I hate IM too. Intensely.

[phoenix_blade]

She's pretty much the only one I ever IM. And that's once every few months, when I can bring myself to overcome my loathing of chat programs to harass her.

[flaminian_way]

You're intelligent...come take my finals for me? I pay well :)

[phoenix_blade]

Brain no worky anymore. Just a showpiece, these days.

[flaminian_way]

Lies.

[phoenix_blade]

It's nothing more than a shiny trinket, a worthless piece of china on display in a deep wooden cabinet hiding foul crawling things and the dust of hundreds of years of disuse. It is taken out from time to time, under the pretense of being used, but its user cannot help but notice that with each use the hairline cracks in its edges creep ever more centrally. It is put back into the cabinet, where its gouges slowly collect dust, where rodents scurrying in the deepest of night across its surface leave their droppings, defiling it.

It is effectively useless. A broken tool of lost beauty and artistry, to be stared at while desperately seeking the fires of the past only to be ignored in the present for fear of breaking it further.

You do not want my brain. Make the most of what you have with yours.