Wordless (The Gist of the Song, Now)

Isn't he great? *Waves to Roy.* So pretty with his gun under his chin. Can't do it. CLICK CLICK.

Some days it's like this picture.

Actually, it's like this one other picture I have, which is the mood perfectly, but it's behind the gory content filter and I don't have reposting permission.

See? I'm ethical. ;p

I know what I want I know what I want I know what I want.

And 'round and 'round the needle spins.

I'm actually in a very good mood. I had wonderful dreams. The housekeeper and I got loaded and danced around to whatever was coming out of the stereo. Not that kind of dancing. She was a nice lady.

Ill health. The trees for the forest. Uncertainty. What's that in the past? Consider what you put under the rug.

Oh, shut up, Google, it was harmless fun. =^p

No Big (Pieces Don't Fit)

They just...Started doing this. *Flail.* It's got no relevance to the other posts, as far as I can tell. It's not Shadows continuity.

Baraka and Mileena have an argument. About icky things. It had to happen some time. 'Kay then.

( We're descendants of the Bounty mutineers and I can liquidate your fears... )