Wednesday, April 26, 2006

well i'm back.
yes as before i can rarely visit you peoplzez, but being as i have tommorrow off i shall visit.

i was going to monday but i got side tracked by this site its really funny, here's my favorite piece.



isn't it funny?

well visit there its hella cool!

hella? oh god i'm talking like Bev, soon i'll want to eat everything with lime and be afraid of large quanities of strawberries.

well yesterday me bracelet/ necklace broke, one of the heart shaped hand cuffs fell off and i was afraid it happened in the hall of school, so i asked for a pass to the bathroom, i was refused, so i told my story, i said it was a gift from my girlfriend and it means a lot to me, the teacher said "no passes to look for jewelery, were ever it is it will have to stay there." so i sat down, put my head down and cried for about five minutes, the kinda chokey-hickup-y crying that makes you body convulse. yeah, that was fun. turns out it fell off while i was alseep... yeah, that was fun.

also on my bed was a letter from my love, covered in glittery heart stickers, more hearts, her and my names on it in glitter pen surrounded by hearts, and the words "major cutie," on the front. now my mom is not an idiot, i think she already knows how i feel about Bev, and her me, but i'm pretty sure if she didn't yet, she figured it out somewhere between love cuff necklace and major cutie love letter.

man do i love those letters, so cute and romantic, just make me so damn happy. of course i've sent her a few, which she seems to enjoy also.

i now have the cuffs as a necklace, because they just weren't working on the wrist, i think they'll still serve all purposes, reminding me of her, being cute, embarassing me in public [which i like, don't ask why] and well the other stuff.

i've written more love poetry in creative writing, which i decorated so sufficent ly girly that beside my horrible hand writing you couldn't tell i guy wrote it. i drew a huge kiss at the bottom in red glitter pen, using a smooch on one of her letters as an example.

man are her kisses perfect, i've seen what they do to paper, i can't wait to see them on me.

we now have to write sonnets in creative writing, i hate sonnets. they have too many rules, they just suck all the life out of love poetry, ten syllables, this rhymes, that rhymes, these must rhyme with these but nothing else, god its stupid! my love flows like a river, winding and without a coarse, now i'm having to build a channel. in the words of Sora from .Hack "Lame!" i love saying that.

well i have all today and tommorrow to write souless structured love poems, which i will of course give to their one and only inspirer. hope she likes em!

Absolute Power read it, love it, live it.

HAIL ZEON!!!!!!
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Monday, April 24, 2006

i returned to and now back, from hell.
yes, i call my school hell, because i believe that it is where personality goes to die.

the entire idea of school is to get us into the idea that individual thought is bad, do as your told, everyone must be equally miserable...and so on.

my teacher digagrees with me [wait... i feel a rant coming on...] oh god that teacher [yes!] first off if she isn't the model for angry old bitches who is? she's just angry because the factory shut down and her naughty bits are drier than a desert. i damn is she mean as hell, one word and she'll be shrieking at you to BE QUIET!!!! all except me that is, she has me sittin front row, damn center, right infront of her ugly old ass. and she treats me like a prince, i mean i'm the biggest goof-off in the whole damn class but i get amnesty. everyone know i hate her, we all bitch when she's gone, me the first, loudest, most intensly, and soulfully. and she just dresses wrong, she wore a hot topic-esque cathlolic school girl type outfit!

okay back in the times of President Adams she may have been hot in that, though i doubt it, because she has a better moustache then me [i like my peach fuzz stache] but damn at like 58 you don't get to wear the kinky school girl outfit, damn near killed the fetish for me! [notice i said "near" i'll always love the kinky school girl outfit!] and i have to sit right near her!

well anyway, she's been bugging me about working on the school newspaper, says i'm a good writer [if i was a good writer more people would read AP] i told her i think school ids wear soul and individual thought go to die, if there was one thing that could kill my spirit any faster than this damn-ed place it would be the bowels of hell itself. she disagreed saying people are too stupid, that they're blind sheep. i know this not to be true, i've seen those that see only a little less than me, that stand up to this totalitarian regime, and are quickly struck down, that there are those like me, that wish we could win, but know we can't. a silent mass of disgruntled, unhappy, miserable students who's minds asre always filled with the defiant spark, we who refuse to become robots, individuals who will not be broken and rebuilt to the standards of this place.

and they want me on the paper, no fuckin way, what i would like to do is start a resistance paper,. one that says that the reason that we have 3 bathrooms and the teachers have 8 or so is because the teachers don't care if we have to wipe our asses with lined paper and have no soap to wash our hands with, as long as they can sit on a dry seat with no graffiti on the walls. that the school news paper is more one sided than a Nazi propaganda film. that school spirit is mutually exclusive to personal spirit. that the reason for dress codes is so that the old man techers don't get tempted by jail bait students. and that not doing your work only makes you too stupid to fight back.

yes my ideas are radical [aren't they always?] and probably far from center, but it would get people to think. i know i'm radical, that i'm saying stupid shit, but sometimes that shit needs to be said. the followers y=that except the school's bullsit aren't stupid, they've been broken. i think i've bordered myself up so much i can't see the truth either, but i think a new set of lies may be enouh that someone can survive long enough, not broken or jaded, to see the truth, then let us all see the light.

i tolerate school because i know it is nessacary, the enviroment i don't think so, but we do have to learn, so i take my licks, do my work, but i don't listen to the hype. i learn, bother acedemics ans self awareness.

i never expect things to change i just wish someone would admit they suck.



on a lighter note everyone loves my love cuff bracelet! go love! i'm so happy and filledwith love! i feel so strong, this love gives me such inner strength, and i'm writing another love poem in creative writing. Yay love!

read Absolute Power please, one chapter at a time is fine. i just need the readers bad.

HAIL ZEON!!!!!
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Sunday, April 23, 2006

again i speak.
well i'm done with ch.15, and my beloved read it, so all you random Peoplezez may too!

aren't you excited?

and no i don't want AP published, its a fanfic, its meant to be read by my peoplzez and other internet readers, besides, ask anyone on ch.14 if it would make a good book. its just not bookish, its good how it is.

i really would like more readers, so if any of you want to i beg you to read it, i'm trying my hardest here, give me a chance!

well friday i went to an all you can eat place, and mocked the other eaters.

see most of the food was deep fried, now normally [now] i'd love that food, but i felt like eating healthy that day, so i ate very little, but i did watch the other eaters.

there was a large black lady in a pink patten leather hat and a white jogging suit with matching pinkness and worst of all a pink patten leather dew-rag!

then there was this guy with perfect 32 c-cup boobies, they were firm, round, perky, model quality boobs, on a fat guy. i think he was wearing a wonder bra.

then there was this old white lady in a black tank top and sweat pants, she had a shoulder tattoo also, so i think she was tryin to be latina, cept she had terrible hair and no makeup, and she needed makeup too!

then there was an old guy with just a horse shoe of hair, but it was spiked out, and he had big coke bottle glasses too.

needless to say i was in a mocking mood.

yes i know thats mean, but i let others judge me at first sight, i laugh with them, besides its fun! i mean i'm comfortable with noticing differences, because i accept people regardless of looks, but they are still fun to notice.

had some fun with Bev today, long talk, it was fun, and uber-cutsie-lovey-dovey-sugary-sweet-romance, just how i like it. i love spending cutesie time with her. i just love love so much, but less then her of course. well i love her, and i love the love she makes me feel, so in loving love i'm loving her because she is the one that makes me feel it.

i love the handcuff necklace [now braclet] she gave me. i mean heart-shaped handcuff madaleons, ewhats cuter than that? well besides Bev herself, her kisses, her writing and her love. but they're cute too, and my heart flutters when i look at them, and when held in my hand they keep my mind pure and cute, and give theb moment of hesitation neccassary to maintain the seal, so they are a great gift, the greatest gift to get not from her bodies touch that is.

well i'm just so stuck on her, wrapped up in her love, tied tight in the chains of love and bonded on a short leash. its so nice to be so helpless, so hopeless, so powerless to resist her and the feelings she gives me, the power she has over me. i love this feeling, to be a complete slave to love and to my love. this is a great feeling, and a great position to be in, all her's.

i wanted to be desired, claimed, held, owned, protcted, i want to belong to another, i've had too much freedom too long, i want to be used for loves duty now, and she grants me this, i'm so glad she does.
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Saturday, April 22, 2006

so much to say.
first of all, thank all of you for supporting me in my quest to rid myself of my impure actions. see i know not many of you were offended, but to me its the holocaust. i mean i just felt like crap everytime i engaged in it, so i really wanted to quit. i really hope i can, because it was killin me that i was so weak, being as i'm always striving for strength.
see if you drink, you have AA, any drug had DeTox, but i had nothing, but my own wierd sense of honor, to declare the hab=nd that was marked by the one i loved [at that time] sealed and to never be tainted again by my impurity, and not for my left to be wrapped in these chains of love, which will lock away my weakness for good. when i feel weak, i clench the charms, and think of my love, these hands are now seled. i will make sure of that.

Bev thought the whole thing with my right hand was cute, i'm glad she understands my ways, that she can love me more, for something so strange.

and i thank all of you for understanding, it means a lot that i got well wishes and understanding as well as support, i'm glasd you didn't find me disgusting for admitting my weakness.

see i mention my faults a lot, so i'm glad you guys are with me.

and see i'm not perverted, to be blunter than usual foreplay is my favorite part, a kiss to me means more than sex. i mean i'm a virgin who's never been kissed [both someone wishes to cure me of] but on my wish list kiss comes first, cuddling, being drawn on, leaving hickies, all the lame cutesie stuff, thats what i want, sex is unimportant, i mean once i've had it maybe i'll change my mind, but for now the lips and the marks they leave are what my fantasies involve.

and yes i do now want that desire so carnal, original sin if you will, but see that came from love, before i really could care less about sex "a girl could be like "i wanna fuck you all night!" and i'd be like "nah, not my thing." but i'd fall for a girl who wanted to kiss me, and hold me, well i found the latter, and caused her to be a bit of the former, and i must say i'll give her what she wants, because i love her, and i know she wants to give me what i want too.

and i'm glad my uber-fluff romanticism is infecting people, if i could turmn everyone into lovey-dovey love-struck romantics like me i would, but i'm glad i got one, and that i found one too [who noew just happens to be a bit amorous as well now]

well i'd like to say that i'm honored to say that Absolute Power is an offense to english. thats the best review i've gotten except in PMs. i mean if you're really terrible, people may just love it. well i'd like to have more people read this offense.

and there's a difference between flamers and critics, flamers are stuck up, rude, bitchy, self righteous assholes. these people think by making stupid analogies, or uber-mean comments, that that makes them right, or better. if you say "use better grammar and more detail," is a critique "your story is like taking the creamy filling out of a twinkie and replacing it with motor oil," that would be a flame,
got it memorized?

well ch.15 is done, now i just need my baby to review it! then you peoplezez will get it.

well read Absolute Power up to chapter ch.14! or ch.2 below!

please read it!

HAIL ZEON!!!!!
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Absolute Power ch.2
Absolute Power
Mission: 2
More shameless character development!

Kit: Allenby, meet the commander at my base, Aveian Wind.

Profile:

Aveian Wind (Ayy-vee-ann)

Age: 23

Height: 5’ 10”

Voice: Crispin Freeman (Lord Bulmung, .Hack Legend of the Twilight Braclet/ Amune, Witch Hunter Robin/ Hideki, Chobits)

Body: his skin is a little lighter than Kit’s, but his muscles are about that much bigger.
Clothes: white tank top, dog tags, grey, black, and white baggy camouflage pants and black combat boots. He has a black pistol holster sunken into his left pocket.
Face: his eyes are serious, light blue almost white, his expression usually is leaning towards unhappy. His skin is duller. His canines are a little more pronounced. He usually has a long ass Mitsurugi (Soul Caliber II) cigarette in his mouth (I’ll tell you when I think it should be but, add when you see necessary) he has a longish light grey bowl cut with the under hair longer in the back and pointy tips, his hair almost completely covering his ears on the sides. (Riku KH) His bangs are cut a little shorter and hang near his eyes, further increasing his calmness (think Riku from Kingdom Hearts).

Personality: LIKE I SAID, CALM!! He isn’t unpleasant, just not as bouncy and happy as Kit and Allenby. He is just more cold and calculating, but still has good people skills and is quieter and less irritating than Kit. His gun is very high caliber and fires huge bullets that easily could be designated an anti-tank gun. Don’t piss him off because with how calm he is, he won’t miss. For some reason even though he smokes more than Denis Leary (various movies) he’s still in top physical condition. His military training in hand to hand combat is the art of breaking body parts and killing people bare handed fluently.

Allenby: (kindly) Nice to meet you, Aveian!

Aveian: Kit, isn’t she the fighter from Neo-Sweden?

Kit: Yeah, you noticed too?

Aveian: and this doesn’t seem like a security compromise to you?

Kit: Aveian you worry too much; I retrieved the KC didn’t I? Besides she seems like the trustworthy type, doesn’t she?

Aveian looks back Allenby looks all happy and cute like always.

Aveian: If something turns up your ass not mine will be on the fryer.

Kit: Fine with me, since I know I can trust her.

Aveian: (thinking) Damn fox-brain! Thinkin’ with your pants instead of your head. Still, after all we’ve been through I trust Kit’s instincts as well as my own.

Their ship lands, the three of them walk out, they stretch having slept during the flight over.

Kit: Welcome to Experimental Mobile Suit Research Lab Black Vulpine!

Aveian: Follow me.

Kit: You heard the man.

They enter the base. The hallway they enter into is black and white tiled with cement walls. Above them is a set of cat walks on either side so soldiers can defend the base from higher ground. The whole place is lit by blue-white fluorescent lights.

Allenby: Cozy.

Aveian: We’re remodeling, the walls took some collateral damage when we tried to capture the spy.

Kit: We’re gonna put up some drywall, paint it a lighter shade of grey than this.

Aveian: I have work to do; I’ll leave you two alone.

Aveian walks by Kit and gives him a look.

Aveian: (meaning of the look) I’m trusting you with this, don’t make me regret this.

Kit: (meaning of the look) Thanks, you won’t.

Aveian walks by and disappears.

Kit: Let’s drop your stuff off and I’ll take you on a tour of the base.

Allenby: (happily) Okay!!

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Aveian enters a room inside is a pale man dressed all in white.

Aveian: (lights one up) So Sylven, was the mission successful?


Profile:

Sylven Blain

Age: 21

Height: 6 foot 2

Voice: David Kaye (Trieze, Gundam Wing/ Sesshomaru, InuYasha)

Body: His skin is pale and fair; he’s got very feminine arms.

Clothes: A white version of Karama’s school uniform (Yu Yu Hakusho) with gold trim, and matching leather boots.

Face: He basically has the same haircut as Aveian except longer and white. His hair hangs down over his face slightly covering his golden eyes. His face says “all business” more than Aveian’s.

Personality: Quite, keeps to himself, follows orders, a good pilot, the mysterious, strong silent type.

Sylven: (sitting on a couch, legs crossed) Unfortunately it seems that the Neo-Japanese military has already gathered all the data on the Suits seeing as they built this.

Aveian: (sits in an adjacent chair, arms on the table) It doesn’t matter, Kit can handle himself in battle, I’m pretty sure this minor setback won’t slow him down. Now Sylven, don’t you think you should get back to your little project?

Sylven: I’ll get back to work then.

Sylven walks out.

Aveian: He needs to lighten up.

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Kit and Allenby are in the MS hanger looking at black Gundam.

Kit: There it is the pride and joy of the Neo-American military and Black Vulpine, the RX-78[G]-KC.

The RX-78[G]-KC or Kit Custom is a black Ez8 with lighter black armor. It has big Vernias on the back by the standard boosters and on the back waist armor and smaller ones on the sides and shins. It carries a Hyper-Beam Rifle. The rifle is long and sleek with a rectangular scope and a stock like the GP-01’s Beam Rifle. Under the shield are two Beam Kodachis, a pink Beam Sword only the blade is shorter. The cockpit is not the G Gundam type but the normal Gundam type with one difference, there are two arm outlets that enable it to use melee weapons or special moves, this has the glowing orange hand move, called Fox Trick.

Allenby: Are you sure it’s safe to let me see this.

Kit: I trust ya’, besides, I’m pretty sure I could take you down if you tried somethin’!

Allenby: Is that so? How ‘bout we test that theory!?

Kit: Anytime, I’m ready for ya’!

Allenby: Then, (sex-ay) Bring it big boy!

Kit comes at here she grabs his arm and leg sweeps him to the ground and pins his shoulders down with her hands.

Allenby: (face right up to his) So, what was that about stopping me?

Kit; Nothing, just this!

He grabs her hands, pushing her off balance then lifts his shoulders and roles her to the ground pinning her wrists down with his hands and kneels right over her chest.

Kit: Oh the things I could do from here!

Allenby: Just try it, (daring him, sorta) if you think you’re man enough.

Kit leans in their lips are about to meet. Then he stands up still holding her wrists. He goes to pull her up at the same time she goes to stand up. The two of them fall back, Kit hits the ground, Allenby falls on top of him, and her chest presses against his and her lips brush against his. Immediately the two of them stare wide eyed at each other and blush. They both leap up and stand with their backs to each other so the can touch their lips and blush deeper.

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Sylven: (talking over the Vid-Phone in his “projects”) The other thing I noticed is that they didn’t use the base O.S. of the stolen Gundam.

Aveian: They must have developed a system of their own then.

Sylven: Isn’t that an important piece of information?

Aveian: They can develop any system they want, they can’t beat ours. I’m happier that they didn’t use our system.

Sylven: They probably couldn’t comprehend such complex code; after all it was designed by The Black Vulpine Corporation after all.

Aveian: Black Vulpine is merely a shell at this point, recent events have insured of that. We need to win this so I can resurrect Black Vulpine.

Sylvan: So all this…

Aveian: Is coming out of the little money I have left in my pocket.

Sylven: Then we’ll have to make these worth while.

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Domon is sitting at a table like he’s having a meeting; the half he’s at is lit up while the other half, where the person or people he’s talking to are hidden in darkness.

Domon: We have to do something about this nuisance of a fox!

Hidden guy: I should have no problem disposing of this knave, but why is this so important?

Domon: He is connected to Black Vulpine and was involved with that little incident three years ago, and The Leader wants him dead.

Hidden guy: If it’s an order from The Leader I’ll make it a top priority!

Hidden guy: Me smash if Leader no like!!!

Domon: We have to crush Black Vulpine and Kit Sune, because they are the greatest obstacles to our Leader’s plan.

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Sylven: So if they’re in such dire straits, how and why are they developing and producing these new Suits?

Aveian: Because I’m the head of this base and such a major member in their company I convinced them that this could rejuvenate they’re company, so basically I’m paying out the ass for Suits so I can keep alive a company that I basically control.

Sylven: And Kit?

Aveian: He’s the perfect Pilot to make these machines look worth investing in, besides after what we’ve been through, could I ask anyone else?

Kit: Hey Allenby, I got an idea. Feel like tryin’ out one of our new Mobile Suits?

Allenby: Won’t you get in trouble, your Commander seems kinda’ hard.

Kit: Aveian acts cold but me and him are real close and trusts my decisions. Besides how are we suppose to know the potential of our new MX’s if we don’t have a pilot as skilled as skilled as you test them out?

Allenby: (looks a little flattered) Thank Kit. (Normal intensity) In that case how can I say no? But one question, what’s an MX?

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Sylven: The MX’s, Maxter eXperimental, what purpose do they serve?

We see an MX. They’re modified mass produced Maxters. They’re black-on-same shade-black with the stripes painted yellow. The shoulder armor is pointed like the Blitz’s (Gundam Seed). The forearm fist helpers (?) have been replaced by gold Beam Long Sword generators. The hip guns gave way to a Hyper-Beam Rifle with is bigger and more unwieldy than Kit’s. The cockpit in here as in Kit’s the G Gundam cockpit has been replaced by the normal Gundam cockpit. Of course it has all the extra boosters, big ones on the back and smaller ones on the shins and inside the shoulders. The Beam Rifle has a cord running into the main power source in the back. The heads are the standard Gundam head.

Aveian: Neo-Japan has been developing a Mobile Suit army, I just decided we need one of our own, that’s why the MX’s are here, for our protection if a real war breaks out.

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Kit: How’s the cockpit feel?

Allenby: (over Vid-screen) It’s different, but I think I like this set up better!

Kit: If you let me I’ll make you a cockpit like that.

Allenby: Really? You’d do that for me?!

Kit: I’ll set the order and we can build it together, that way no one can say you stole it or somethin’!

Allenby: Awesome! That’ll be so much fun!

Kit: Now let’s test out these new little toys!

Kit: Right!

The doors to the hanger open and the two suits walk out onto the testing grounds.

Kit: we’ll be facing what we think are Neo-Japan’s newest weapons.

Multiple Strike Daggers and Rising Gundams (with the shoulder armor in shield position and the pistols and the glaives replaced by a GM style Beam Sword set up) rise up.

Allenby: Too easy!

Kit: (thrusting forward) That’s the spirit! I like a girl who never backs down!

The enemy Mobiles activate. The two black Gundams take off towards them. A couple open fire on Allenby, she maneuvers out of the way and fires a beam through the chest of one taking it out in one shot, it falls inoperable. (No space wasted on cockpits means lots of extinguishers so they don’t explode)

Kit: Be careful with that gun, it drains the main power supply so aim well.

Allenby: Don’t worry, I don’t miss!

Kit: Is that so?!

Kit drives his shield into a Daggers stomach, knocking it out.

Allenby: I didn’t miss when I shot you through the heart now did I!?

She cuts a RG in half at the waist.

Kit: Keep aimin’ like that and we’ll be fine!!

He dodges a beam and puts one through the opposing suit.

Kit: So that’s all the small fry, time for the main course!

A Burning Gundam comes out of an underground elevator.

Kit: This thing has all the information we could gather on Domon after the last fight. So this would be like fighting Domon in the final battle last time.

Allenby: In that case this might just pose a challenge!

Kit: Let’s hope it’s at least a little fun!

The shoulder guns raise up and open fire. Kit takes aim and destroys both. It lights up its left hand and goes for Allenby.

Allenby: (giggle) Too Easy!

Having set the Rifle in its carrying spot on the right side of the back boosters, slices across the hand with the sword just as a blast from Kit’s gun destroys the arm.

Allenby: I could have got it, (girlish) but thanks for protecting me Kit!

Kit: Hehe, you’re welcome now watch this!

The Gundam comes at Kit with the other hand. Kit slides his arms into the outlets that weird spandexy stuff appears over his arms and spreads over his body and onto his face like Ryoko from Tenchi. His Gundam’s right hand glows and he meets the enemy Gundam in hand to hand combat. He and the other Gundam’s hands spark and sizzle.

Kit: NOW…

He forces his hand forward, the joints on the enemy Gundam start to break down.

Kit: DIE!!!!!!!

He breaks the enemy arm off then using his forward motion glides behind the enemy Suit and drop-kicks it into the ground.

Kit: So, how’d I do?!

Allenby: I’d say pretty good, I’m impressed! You’re good! Real good!

Kit: Well thanks; I think that feels better than actually winning the battle!

They bring their Suits back into the hanger and exit them.

Kit: So what do ya’ wanna do now?

Allenby: Well, why don’t you show me around your colony?

Kit: Haven’t you been before?

Allenby: Yeah (she lightly holds his arm with both hands, one on his wrist and on under his elbow) (girlish) but not with you! (Normal) So let’s go!

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The two of them walk out of the base, Allenby still dragging Kit buy his arm, Kit trying to keep up.

Kit: I have to warn ya’ this is a pretty tough neighborhood!

Allenby: (confidently) Yeah, but I have you to protect me.

Kit: (laughs confidently) You’re just using me.

Allenby: Yep, and you’re fun to use too!

A gang of tough guys walk out and block their path.

Tough punk: Give up all your money and we won’t have to hurt your girl-friend!

Grunt: I don’t know boss, she’s pretty cute, I’d like to hurt her all night!!

Boss: (pulls out a Knife) So what’s it gonna be, pretty boy!?

Kit: I suggest a novice like you should put that away before I’m forced to show you how to use one.

Boss: Oh yeah, just try it!

And just as that his throat spills open, Kit guards Allenby from the blood spray.

Grunt: You can’t do that to the boss.

Kit: Is that so?

Kit puts his sword back, then drops his hands down and tenses up his muscles. Then the whites of his eyes turn red and his pupils get smaller. His fingernails grow out into claws and his canines grow out slightly.

Grunt: What the hell?!!

Kit shoots forward stopping behind them, blood dripping from his claws. The thugs fall and Kit turns to face Allenby having changed back to normal.

Allenby: (a little unnerved) I knew that you’d protect me; you’re so sweet to stand up for me like that! But how the hell did you do that?

Kit: It’s a long story, but let’s just say that I had a less than normal childhood.

Allenby: Okay and thanks.

Kit: I’d never let somethin’ happen to ya’, you’re too cute to let some street punk have!

Allenby: (laughs) That’s funny comin’ from you!!

Kit: I rose above the streets under my own power, besides I never said I wanted you as mine!

Allenby: Oh yeah, look me in the eyes and say that.

Kit blushes.

Kit: (scratching cheek) Ummmmmmmm…

Allenby: Thought so!

Kit: I’m still seeing other girls.

Allenby: Who said you weren’t? Did I ever say I wasn’t seeing other guys?

Kit: Then I guess neither of us is in this too deep. (Crosses arms and looks away)

Allenby: I guess not. (Same)

Both of them look kinda nervous and uncomfortable.

Kit: (slowly and nervously) I really like you though.

Allenby: (weakly) I… Really like you too.

Kit: (more confident) You wanna go get somthin’ to eat?

Allenby: Sure.

Kit: Cool, I know a great place!

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Greeter: (Australian accent) G’Day! Welcome ta’ Backyard Rib Shack! Can I get ya’ a seat?

Kit: Yeah.

Greeter: Follow me then!

He leads them to a booth they sit down across from each other.

Allenby; (now a back to her normal spunkiness as is Kit) This place looks fun!

Kit: Have you ever been here before?

Allenby: No the name kinda turned me off.

Kit: Well it’s pretty good, if you like barbeque!

Allenby: Of course I like barbeque!

Kit: Good!

At this time an extremely attractive waitress with pink-purple lipstick walks up.

Waitress: Can I take your orders?

Kit’s face whirls around making his hair whoosh, causing her to see him with one of those lame glitter affects.

Kit: I’ll take three orders of “Ribs on the Grill” and an “Australian Onion”!

Waitress: (sits down on his lap with her face right on his, running her finger across his chest) And I’d like a big order of you, cutie!!

Kit: ( laughs and smiles really wide) Well there’s plenty of me to take!

Allenby: I’ll have the “Heart attack fries” and an 18 ounce steak-fried chicken!

Waitress: (gets up and sighs) Fine, I’ll be right back with that. Drinks?

Both: Blow!

Kit: Man you eat more bullshit food than I do and you still look so curvy and hot!

Allenby: What can I say I have to look good if I’m gonna snag myself a man!

The waitress comes back out. (Yeah, I’ve never got service that fast either)

Waitress: (drops Allenby’s food down) Here you go. (Gently sets Kit’s down, then regains her place on his lap) (Enticingly) So, where did we leave off?

Kit: Later, Leave your number and I’ll call you up some time.

Waitress: Fine, you little tease, I’ll be waiting! (Blows him a voluptuous kiss, then walks off)

Allenby: She coulda’ stayed, I didn’t mind.

Kit: No way! I’m out with you; I can flirt with easy girls any time; right now is you and me time!

Allenby: Do you really mean that?

Kit: I like spending time with you and I’m not gonna let some bimbo waste that time! Now let’s eat!

Allenby: (thinking) What is this guy? One minute he’s letting some hot chick ride him like a bronco next he’s some of the most romantic crap I’ve ever heard! There’s defiantly somethin’ to this guy!

Kit: So Allenby, how are you likin’ it here so far?

Allenby: It’s great! I’m glad I came!

Kit: I am too, I always felt like somthin’ was missing and I don’t get that feeling any more. Damn. How lame and clichéd was that line?

Allenby: Yeah, but I understand what you’re sayin’.

Kit: Good ‘cause I was startin’ to feel like a dumb ass!

Kit pulls out a water bottle.

Kit: Want some?

Allenby: I’m assuming that’s not water.

Kit: Nope, it’s my own special cocktail, sake and vodka! So, (almost daring her to) ya’ wanna try it?

Allenby looks pretty nervous and unsure.

Allenby: (face lightens to normal) Eh, what the hell.

She takes a sip her face turns green and she wretches making her cheeks puff out.

Allenby: (coughing and choking) Smooth!

Kit: It’s an acquired taste.

Allenby: And where would someone acquire a taste like that?!

Kit and her laugh, when they stop their eyes meet for a second and an energy flows through them. The both blush a little then look down at their food.

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Kit: So this night was fun, right?

Allenby: Yeah! Of course it was! You’re a fun guy, everything you do is fun!

They enter Kit’s room, inside Aveian has a bunch of bags thrown over his shoulder.

Kit: What’s up Ave?

Aveian: Since Allenby’s moving in you’re going have the room with her.

Kit: So where are you headed, dude?

Aveian: I’ll just sleep in Sylven’s room. I end up sleeping in there most of the time anyway, on all your “jacket on the doorknob nights”. Enjoy, Kit’s a hell of a roommate.

Aveian turns and walks out.

Allenby: Aww, I didn’t mean to put anyone out.

Kit: Don’t worry about it, he just likes being dramatic! Besides you can’t say this won’t be fun!

Allenby: I guess you’re right. I am looking forward to this, single life can get so lonely, but now I have a cute roommate!

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Domon is standing giving a report.

Domon: So that’s the plan. Does that please the organization?

Some guy: Yes, this will serve the purpose. That fox bastard is going down or my name isn’t…

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Aveian: (carrying his crap) I don’t know why I’m doing this, damn fox punk.

(Gundam Seed ending music)

Aveian continues walking and we see Kit and Allenby fast asleep and lookin’ all cute.

Ja Ne

(Outlaw Star next episode music)

Foxxy: again I wasn’t in this chapter! What the hell? Oh well, I am in the next one! so read it now! I mean it! Next time: Almost to the action I swear! You better get ready!

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Friday, April 21, 2006

inner self.
well i got the oh-so-awaited letters from my speacial someone today, they were so uber-cute! complete with hearts, declorations of love, "kisses" and real lipstick marks. man do her lips leave perfect marks, and to think eventually my whole body will be bearing those marks on a continuous basis.

yes to be in ove is grand, and i believe my situation isn't completly bad, its not exactly a prime choice, but its not as terrible as some people make it seem.

see the disconnection and lack of time are a test, if i can be this in love, from just words, pictures, sounds, ideas, dreams, fantasies, promises... if these intangible things can drive my heart so wild, and turn me into such a lovesick fool, imagine what having her physical form, to feel those embraces, to see the kiss marks left by her perfect lips, to feel hrer body against mine, and possibly, eventually mine intertwined with her's, these things i know not but in imagination now, but when i have them, have her to feel, and taste, and smell, i know this love is strong, for now all i have is a promise, and i cherish it, my love is coming, i just have to wait.

and yes to the cynical there are problems, some believe me a fool, because we can't feel, and taste and grope. i say this less poetically because i believe these ideas unworthy of my romatisizing, yes i have doubts, because my mind is not one-dimentional, but my trust, my love, and my hope outway the devil on my shoulder saying its bad, he is far out-classed by the angel, who just happens to be Cupid, and not since Custer has one man been shot with this many arrows.

my love is strong.
my love is real.
this love transcends
the need to feel.
some doubt
some tout
but they fail to see
what my love is about
i love is trust
my love is hope
not the need to thrust
nor the necessity to grope
i'll love till the end
i'll wait for her touch
my heart gives me strength
because i love her so much

i know, my poetry makes Popo Zao sound like Shakespeare, but i tried.

the letters were great, they proved i chose wisely. and that my girlfried is crazy.

one love letter involved a dancing chicken, oh my god, this girl is crazy. but it was funny, there were also several Hello Kitty stickers and glittery fish. oh, well still love her, just wondering about her sanity [better than mine, like usual]

but the letters were very touching and i'm glad i got them. also as a joke she decided to put a bunch of glittery stars, that spilled out everywhere, so now it looks like hurricane Elton john went through my room. alas its cute, just wish she was there, to like sprinkle them on the bed so they'd stick to our naked forms as we...

i digress, i also got glittery heart and flower, uber-girly temp tats, once again i wish she was there to "make" me wear them, in embarassing places of course [cheek, neck, easily seen places where there is no way i can hide them] yes, i have "interesting" tastes, but she's into them too, so i guess i'm lucky i found some who's just as insane in the same way as me.

but the best gift was a necklace that has a pair of mini, heartshaped handcuffs [impure thoughts DIE BAD THOUGHTS DIE!!!] well its meant for girls [like everything i find romanticly or physically arousing] so it doesn't fit around my neck, so its wrapped around my left wrist. i hope it keeps me from my addiction.

~~~~~~~~ WARNING! the following content my be offensive, read at your own risk, if you dont want to read it, skip untill you see these squigglies again~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

see as a lonely guy, i do as lonely guys do, and i used to be a righty, but my old crush, Dafina wrote a cute message on my right hand "Te Durra bro," or "love ya bro," at that moment i declared my right hand "sealed," from those duties, and now i have this sign of my love on the left wrist i hope i can quit.

i know this is really icky, but it really killed me to do such a disgusting thing, i felt weak and dirty, and after talking to Bev on the phone i went 28 days without digrading myself in that way, but i lost control, but i went that long because of my love, and i hope these cuffs, this gift, a sign of love from her will seal my left. please if you read this, and understand my feelings of self-hatred due to my physical weakness and no self control, wish me luck and that my hands stay sealed by love.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~end of icky-ness~~~~~~~~~~~~~

i was gonna say more but i'll save it. i like the mood to end on either love or redemption.

read Absolute Power please.

and love is everything,

Got it memorized?
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Thursday, April 20, 2006

Another post, what a suprise.
well my training gloves had a loose stringy thing and it left a blister on my pinky finger, so i have to get new ones. i really want new ones, i wanna get stronger, i just do, i want to be strong. its like a wierd drive in me all of a sudden. course they all fade, hopefully this one will last long enough to do some good.

i love the Mui Thai kick boxing comment, yes i watch too much UFC, but i'm not learning Mui thai so i can look tough for my girlfriend. i think i'd rather just fight in my own style, crazy asshole.

man, my spring break is like half over, this sucks, it really went by so fast, oh well, easy come, easy go.

if i was going to learn a fighting style i'd learn the style the isreali militia knows, Jew-jutsu or whatever. yes i knoew its not Jew-jutsu, but the isreali army kicks ass, i saw their style, and i know i'm not pissing off any Rabbis.

I've put next episode previews on ch.1-7 on Absolute Power, i'll do 8-14 later, man FanFiction.net is a pain in the ass to work with, but i think they're my only choice unless i do some good looking. i mean changing the story, like editing is hard, you have to re-do everything, you can't just mod what you already have. i hate it.

thats the reason i didn't visit today, damn life always gets in the way. i'll just have to figure out a way to do everything, but until then there will be situations like this.

i got plenty of Bev time today, so i'm very happy, i just love spending time with her, she is the most important thing in the world to me! yes i'm overly lovey right now but i'm just in that mood, so deal with it random reader-type-person!

yes my happinerss is quite strong, oh such a happy person i am, for i have love, and love is grand. for me love gives me worth, it also destroys the darkness' girth. i'll stop rhyming because it only deludes the truth of the words.

but really, my really happiness comes from my now full yet light heart. i guess love is lighter than air, like helium.

i must finish working on AP, otherwise i'll attract more flamers. yes flamers, the perfect word. these bitching flamers only hate me because they're so damn FABULOUS! i guess Ryan Seacreast is the one dissin my story.

and yes the story means a lot to me, its the second most important thing to me! [guess the first] so i do want input, i need help, i only wish FF.net wasn't so annoying, but i'll work it out. but those who believe i'm not serious in writing it are crazy, its so much to me, every word is from my most creative of creators, so please don't look down on it, if you don't like it, just say its not your style, just try not to flame, i'm tired of twinkie themed criticism.

with the money i got back i'm tempted to buy the box set of Chobits, i really want it, but i must train, damn, hard decision. man am i pathetic, these are the things i bitch about, my finger hurts, i'm not as amazing as my girl friend is, Chobits or Training. i'm such an asshole, hey, theres a song about that...hey, theres a song about that...

[[Spoken]
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream. About me. About you. The way our American hearts beat down in the bottom of our chests. About the special
feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts, maybe below the cockles, maybe in the sub-cockle area. Maybe in the liver. Maybe in the kidneys. Maybe even in the colon,
we don't know.

I'm just a regular Joe with a regular job
I'm your average white suburbanite slob
I like football and porno and books about war
I've got an average house with a nic hardwood floor
My wife and my job, my kids and my car
My feet on my table, and a cuban cigar

But sometimes that just ain't enough to keep a man like me interested
(Oh no) No Way (Uh-uh)
No, I've gotta go out and have fun
At someone else's expense
(Oh yeah) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I drive really slow in the ultrafast lane
While people behind me are going insane

I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, such an asshole)

I use public toilets and piss on the seat
I walk around in the summertime saying, "How about this heat?"

I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's the world's biggest asshole)

Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces
While handicapped people make handicapped faces

I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's a real fucking asshole)

Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song
Ranting and raving and carrying on
Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong

Naaaah!

I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's the world's biggest asshole)

[Spoken]
You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac El Dorado convertible, hot pink with whaleskin hub caps and all leather cow interior and big brown baby seal eyes for headlights, yeah! And I'm gonna drive around in that baby at 115mph getting one mile per gallon, sucking down quarter pounder cheese burgers from McDonald's in the old-fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers and when I'm done sucking down those grease ball burgers, I'm gonna wipe my mouth with the American flag and then I'm gonna toss the styrofoam container right out the side and there ain't a God damned thing anybody can do about it. You know why? Because we got the bombs, that's why.

[Spoken]
Two words. Nuclear fucking weapons, okay?! Russia, Germany, Romania - they can have all the Democracy they want. They can have a big democracy cake-walk right through the middle of Tiananmen square and it won't make a lick of difference because we've got the bombs, okay?! John Wayne's not dead - he's frozen. And as soon as we find the cure for cancer we're gonna thaw out the duke and he's gonna be pretty pissed off. You know why? Have you ever taken a cold shower? Well multiply that by 15-million times, that's how pissed off the Duke's gonna be. I'm gonna get the Duke and John Cassavetes...
(Hey)
and Lee Marvin
(Hey)
and Sam Pekinpah
(Hey)
And a case of Whiskey and drive down to Texas...
(Hey, you know you really are an asshole)
Why don't you just shut-up and sing the song pal!

I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's the world's biggest asshole)

A-S-S-H-O-L-E Everybody! A-S-S-H-O-L-E

[Barking]
Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf
Fung achng tum a fung tum a fling chum
Oooh Oooh

[Spoken]
I'm an asshole and proud of it!]

well here's Absolute Power please read and enjoy.

HAIL ZEON!!!!!
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Wednesday, April 19, 2006

and i post on.
what is Absolute Power about?

well lets see, its about all the character's relationships with eachother, defeating the evil dudes, fun, randomness, humor, philosphy, its basically like you'd expect the story written by me, the writer of the posts on this site to make.

but seriously if you want a plot over view its that Kit, Foxxy and Aveian were experimented on by Primeon Zeru as to be used as military weapons, but they revolted and killed Primeon, and forced his son Negeta to escape. aveian takes over ther military base and Negeta starts a new orginazation. now this is where the original series' characters come in, Negeta hires Domon, George and Argo to kill Kit. Kit falls in love with Allenby, and vis versa. now Domon and Rain break up, so Domon covets Allenby, but she turns him down after seeing how evil he has become, and Rain, still in love with Domon, tries to absorb allenby into "Lilith" [yes GAINAX could could file copyright infringment on that one] Chibodee is left in charge of the base which falls to Zeru.

and thats the plot so far in a nutshell. see it has a point, you just have to read until ch.14 to get it [well not that far but the plot isn't in the first chapter for those with little patience]

the link to my story should work now, i reverse engineered it from anime girl67's link, i think it should work now.

well in KH II i'm going around picking up all the left over treasure, because i wanna make Ultima Weapon, so i need to do a lotta work.

for those of you that got the secret ending, did you go on proud difficulty, or 100% completion on normal?

my wrists hurt now, because i hit my 100 lb punching bag wrong for weeks, so now i brace my wrists with medical tape, but i can't do it right across my pals so i end up cutting off circulation to me fingers and hands, so i gotta work on that. put i am making my arms stronger, just hope it gets rid of my excess chest fat, that half in drives me nuts, but at least it makes the "spring break flash" funnier.

i really wanna be stronger, Bev can kick my ass now, not that i have proof, god know if we could see eachother in person we'd have better things to do than fight, but she sounds good from the stories she's told, her family mae, and makes her train, and as much as i like the fact she can fight, i wanna be better than her. she's jealous of me becsause i'm so good and its all self taught almost [i had 10 monthes of martial arts, but that just made me like a B+ yellow belt] and that i can fight so well, i wish someone trained me, i just couldn't stand the "akada" or whatever things, i didn't come to learn coreography, maybe i'm missing the point but i'd rather have to wash the floor and do chores like they do in bushido then akadas.

she's also phenominal with weapons, once again, i'm great for a nobody [i'm Roxas!] but i can get my as kicked [or stabbed] by her. i want tpo be good with weapons, but they're harder to train with than your fists. great, i'm Tifa, i'd rather be Yuffie or Sephiroth [thank god for Kingdom Hearts or i wouldn't be able to make such stupid statements] i mean wow i can punch good, i'm speacial. anyone who took boxing or seriously studied martial arts would beat me shitless, i'm not speacial.

but i guess its sweet she thinks i am, that i'm so knockout king, lord JD master of punching stuff! well i guess i'll just have to train hard and prove her right. because i don't want her to be wrong about me.

heres spme quotes, that hopefully will go over better than last time.

Bev: Do you have graphic design classes over there.

Me: I think we do at M.I.T.

Bev: how do you say that?

Me: M.I.T.


"if you want to be intense you must train intense"

Me [and probably someone more famous and wise]

please read my fanfic Absolute Power i fixed the link and you can read it at your own pace just give it a shot, please, i need the positive support.

HAIL ZEON!!!
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Tuesday, April 18, 2006

i post, you read, we all suffer.
i do believe that title is quite concise, but i'm not so this post will be longish like always.

well i think that link to my fanfic is bad, or at least you need to be logged in on FanFiction.net and thats not good, i need to fix that. hopefully the link will work soon, though i doubt its been clicked once. and if anyone did go there and read my story, please review or comment on there, because the only reviews i got were by very mean people. psuedo-intellectuals that believe that being an asshole makes you smart.

no see i'm smart, and a bit of an asshole at times, but i see those as dseperate things, i don't believe because i'm good at something that gives me the right to say those worse than me suck. i don't have a superiority complex like that, i'm not a sore winner. i'm a sore loser, i have an inferiority complex, i can't stand losing, because i've dealt with so many pricks who treated me like shit just because i wasn't the best. so if i really like something, or really wanna be good at something, then get my ass handed to me, i get hurt deep. drawing, writing, knowledge, games, reflexes, if i like something i really wanna do good. but espeacially drawing and writing, i really want to be expressive, so it hurts to get dissed.

and also, just because i don't like something, doesn't mean i think it sucks, i just think its for another taste. but these guys diss my story just because its in script format. well excuse me for liking this format better, i warned you in the damn intro, so suck it up. thats like watching the disclaimerr at the beginning of south park and then complaining its to offensive. they even dissed the characters and the weapons.

see its based on G Gundam [the way monty python and the holy grail was based on the king arthur legends] so they bitch that i broght in beam rifles. one guy even said "taking the melee style out of G Gundam is like taking the creamy center out of a twinkie." so other twit said "and writing it in script format is like replacing the creamy center with motor oil." i hate twinkies anyway. well see i didn't pick that anime because of the kung fu fighting, i picked it because of one thing, each country divided picks a single person to represent them, in other words, i can mock race and religion like a mad man! Scotsman that call everyone "Queers," Kung Fu Fighting, ruler wielding Nuns fighting mobsters, drunk irishmen, indians [Ghandi, not sitting bull] fighting using cows as weapons, british kin-ig-its, amsterdanian hookers, turks riding turkies, greek sodomites, i'm just breaking all the rules [and frequently the fourth wall] but see the people that rread till ch.5 or ch.8 or ch.14 know its funny and romantic and sweet, for every Russian prision warden dominatrix theres a well thought out love line, or a pop culture or anime parody. it's like Excel saga and FLCL except more random, its really good if you read it.

but some people see script format, or beam rifle and think EVIL! i hope i don't meet any people like that here, everyone here read it and loved it, so please if you can read it and support me, read at your own pace, just please help.

i got four wonderous hours with Bev today, so i'm uber-happy. i love being in love, but less then i love the one i'm in love with, because any other way would be self-centered and egotistical, and that wouldn't be like me at all. [stop laughing peoplezez]

Absolute Power

please tell me if you use the link, and review on FF.net if you do, you can comment here to if you like.

HAIL ZEON!!!!
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Monday, April 17, 2006

here i am again on my own.
well i beat KH II, i didn't get the secret ending, i don't think i'll be able too.

see i got the stratedgy guide, and not even the programmers could beat half the challenges, so i don't think i will.

the ending is a bit Broke Back Mountain, even after they go back to the island, but i think Kairi will get what she wants, she is a strong girl, it kinda seems like sora will be her's whether he wants to be or not.

i still think Roxas is a more compelling character than Sora, him and Namine's scenes were so uber-tear jerkers. but ewhen Sora sees Kairi drew herself giving fruit to him too, yeah that got me.

i'm just glad those insufferable Disney bastards left destiny Island, whenh i saw them there i was like "GO HOME!!! i wanna see Kairi have her way with Sora! she's waited too long." then they went home, thank God.

The King sent a message in a bottle, okay in KH I that'd make sense, but Sora and them saw him now, you don't need to hide, Xenanort's Heartless and Xemnas are dead, you have no where to hide, no reason to either!

and how did it get there, aren't all the doors shut? and if they're not, why is everyone so happy?

but seriously i was waiting for Riku to go "i wish i could quit you." at some point. "lets just stay here and become darkness, Kairi can be light." This is the most homoerotic undertones i've ever seen, at least sora didn't cry again, pussy.

And if Riku couldn't walk why did he want to go in the water? wouldn't suck, after everything they're been through, to drown?

and my dad kept bitching because i paused the DVR while i was watching the cutscenes, so i think i'm going to have to beat it again, its really easy anyway, i could have beat it last weekend, but i wanted final form.

well i only got 2 hours with Bev today, i miss her. and i only got a Gundam, the chobits Box set was too expensive, i really wanna see that series too, oh well i'll save up and buy it.

please read my FanFic Absolute Power

has anyone actually took ther link and read it? i really need readers, please help me, and comment if you can.

HAIL ZEON!!!!
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