This is something that I thought it would be good to share with you. It's full of literary language. That's neat - but also intimidating...

THE FOLLOWING EXCERPT IS BASED ON A TRUE-LIFE ACCOUNT OF A PERSON WITNESSING WHAT WILL BE FORESEEN IN THE FUTURE OF A PARTICULAR INTEREST HE/SHE HAS FOR THIS ART COMMUNITY. IT ALSO EXPRESSES CONCERN OVER A PERSON IN REAL-LIFE THAT HE/SHE WISHED TO CRITIC AGAINST. HOWEVER, THE FOLLOWING MAY NOT NECESSARILY - THOUGH YOU MAY WISH TO THINK SO - EXPRESS THIS AUTHOR'S OPINION.

Note - it's adapted from a journal long gone (deleted) long time ago from someone I knew, but felt that discussion of *that* person won't be relevant.

So, the Bully Person... I knew you shouldn't be here for the first instance. Shouldn't it be a semi-colon - or an asterisk - or an 'equal' sign beside that name you so have? That... never mattered to me; even during the times when that "wonderful" oblique cap you 'wore' during the past year or so - maybe even less given the lesser nature of the people here, and your friends alike - and yourself included - I've never really comprehended, much less bothered about the "state" of this so-called "community" running here - it's more of an excuse to make the damnation of "zoophilic mutants" look better. Reality is, circumstances and consequences have proved otherwise.... I have already seen more than what is on the surface, and assertion - whether or not you may choose to do so - will never prove me wrong.

Well...

Time and time goes by.

And so time goes on. And life moves on.

But upon 2 days ago, and that to even to bother seeking the latest on... your "endeavors", there is one thing that has always been consistent.

Sometimes - all I want - or much less needed - is what you can only provide only now and now only: your absence.

Absence? But you ARE still here.

But the 'are's will in time turn into 'were's. What is 'is', will be 'was'. What is 'him' or 'her' will reduce to 'it'. What is 'them' will be 'us'. And what is 'us' will be 'mine'.

I am ascertained, that the whole world is yet to be viewed.

But as expected, you have yet to view the whole world. Not just with your eyes, but under that nose. Perhaps - the only thing plausible set in motion all along, is (and never a was) the fact that your eyes are always above your head. It makes viewing the top so easy, but the body and soul are rotting inside out. It can go on and on, but the Book of Life shalt be raised upon, and only Fate can seal what is rotting and rotten.

It's a catastrophic success, indeed, "sir". For that, before it turns absolutely pitch black - it's always darkest. I could never cease to be amused - and disgusted - at how things are progressing.

For that, adios~. I don't forget faces, but in this case I'll be glad to make an exception.

Peace,
I.L