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12 April 2007 @ 12:29 am
I suppose I should worry about adjusting myself to this place. It's hardly anything special, but it'll serve as means to an end, certainly. The faculty and the students are barely worth the time to attempt to notice, but learning is learning, and resources mean everything. Knowledge is key, in this game.
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
Current Music: I Giorni - Ludovico Einaudi
09 July 2006 @ 05:47 pm
"When men began to increase on earth and daughters were born to them, the divine beings saw how beautiful the daughters of men were and took wives from among those that pleased them. The LORD said, 'My breath shall not abide in man forever, since he too is flesh; let the days allowed him be one hundred and twenty years.' It was then, and later too, that the Nephilim appeared on earth - when the divine beings cohabited with the daughters of men, who bore them offspring. They were the heroes of old, the men of renown." - Genesis 6:1-4

"They took wives unto themselves, and everyone (respectively) chose one woman for himself, and they began to go unto them. And they taught them magical medicine, incantations, the cutting of roots, and taught them (about) plants. And the women became pregnant and gave birth to great giants whose heights were three hundred cubits. These (giants) consumed the produce of all the people until the people detested feeding them. So the giants turned against (the people) in order to eat them." - 1 Enoch 7:1-5

"For it was on account of these three things [fornication, uncleanness, and injustice - see Jubilees 7:20] that the flood was on the earth, since (it was) due to fornication that the Watchers had illicit intercourse - apart from the mandate of their authority - with women. When they married of them whomever they chose they committed the first (acts) of uncleanness. They fathered (as their) sons the Nephilim. - Jubilees 7:21-22
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07 July 2006 @ 12:46 am
Perhaps I should pay more attention to this thing.

Tell me, if there are any takers for such discussion... what sort of religion exists here?
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
25 June 2006 @ 07:28 pm
Where am I.

Who are you people.

I hate toasters.

Who are you people. Tell me about you. Make this interesting. Don't make me investigate myself.
Current Mood: crankycranky
24 June 2006 @ 10:25 pm
Something's clattering around in the East gallery. Hn.

Well. Not for long.
10 January 2006 @ 05:23 am


The preceeding message accurately describes my current state of frustration. And now I am saddled with her.
Current Mood: irritatedirritated
17 December 2005 @ 09:51 am
I would like it on the record, tried and true, that I do not appreciate getting chased at every turn. Granted, they're drawn to the scent of the demonic genes... hn.

Dante. Where are you?
Current Mood: irritatedirritated
16 December 2005 @ 04:41 am
What. the. fuck.
Current Mood: confusedconfused
27 November 2005 @ 12:42 pm
now if only i knew where my bed was

edit nuugh bad puking smily bad
Current Mood: drunkdrunk
20 November 2005 @ 01:49 am

Current Mood: amusedamused
18 November 2005 @ 10:11 pm
What is someone supposed to do with a bunch of unconscious, augmented showgirls?

I'm unsure I grasp the concept of a showgirl, anyway. She's not dressed enough to be considered decent, but it's not like she'll be taking off anymore and allowing the audience to give her a ride (even if only in their minds). I should change this.

I should, because the concept of showgirls in this fashion annoys me greatly. Must I remind you all that they smell? Maybe not to you all, as your senses are feeble and weak in comparison to my own... but they do. All that... showing. Sweat is not a pleasant bodily function, I don't care why it's happening. Thankfully, yet another gift from Sparda: it takes quite a bit to provoke such a disgusting function from my brother or myself.

But yes, showgirls smell. Perfume they may wear, but it only enhances the stink. Sweat + perfume? No, no, no, and no.

I should just put in a strip club and fire the showgirls.

And breast implants are absolutely hideous. I have half the mind to pop them all, but I don't want someone walking in and thinking I'm sexually assaulting the completely unconscious showgirl troupe. Besides, I have that blowdart gun for something.

Smelly showgirls... And Joumingo. That man is a walking sweatgland. And yet, and I quote from the "prima donaesque" showgirl, he "screams 'sexual entity'". He's slimy, but he's an amusing magician and good publicity.

Honestly, and I used to say Dante was filthy.
Current Mood: dirtydirty
10 November 2005 @ 03:37 pm
There are so many new people out and about. So once again, much like before...

Come on now, don't be shy (sound familiar, does it?). Introduce yourselves.
Current Mood: deviousdevious
08 November 2005 @ 03:35 pm
I had no idea they would actually quote me on that.


So. Who's looking for a job?
04 November 2005 @ 11:47 pm
IT is a wonderful thing.
01 November 2005 @ 06:14 pm

At least she's not hideous.
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
28 October 2005 @ 08:42 pm
There is this building... That has guides, both electronically and actual people, that documents and charts the different, scattered portals and where they lead. Fascinating.

And I've discovered this computer game--a teenager was playing it in a cafe connected to the travel agency--called The Sims.

This game intrigues me.
Current Mood: melancholymelancholy
24 October 2005 @ 05:05 pm
It's wonderful this place decided to straighten out after being crushed under all those rocks.

But did I have to wake up in the middle of this... this... lasufjsda/kgdgbsk PLACE OF FORNICATION?

"Massage therapy" my foot. French brothel--and for those of you who know the French, you can only imagine my agony in having slipped in a puddle of something on my way out. It smells.

The entire block is this way, but indeed, I don't get the sensations I felt before. Not to mention I feel perfectly healthy. This place is about as stable as home.

And wouldn't it be amusing that I would go into a horrid porn shop to demand an explanation and find the High Summoner behind the counter, cowering from the letches within the store. Pity for her that I honestly don't care at the moment.

I blame Dante.
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23 July 2005 @ 01:36 am
Well, look at that.
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