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ok back to bees-knees

today shall be the second installment of my rambling since no one else is posting anything interesting at the moment, here it goes...


Chapter 2: Dying For Your Love
He felt that human love was mostly selfish. He was determined to discover its purest form. Stripping himself to the core after an eternity of being bound by iron and sometimes golden chains, he touched it and became a slave to its ambrosia. He was then honoured with the responsibility to direct those who were ready to be directed...


so... moral of the story, ppl start posting before i go insane with boredom.

by yourstruly, LIX

p.s. for those of you who're actually following the story development, the "he" in this chapter still refers to Pamposh. and i've actually forgotten to include the prologue for this whole thing. here it is, better late than never:

==> insert before Chapter 1
In the end, Captain Drake Mason (a.k.a Pamposh) was found kneeling in the alley, trembling, his face in his hands. He looked up at the sympathetic congregation of townspeople that begain to come to him. After five minutes, through joy-soaked tears, he uttered, "It''s all very clear to me now."

note: not necessarily in this order because there's a lot of things going on in my mind and sometimes the chronology of things change, so you'll have to put up with it. and jus incase you forgot, Chapter 2 is still in the first part of a multilayered menagerie of vignettes based on the amplified mental exaggerations of a truth-seeking madman who sees the world... Oh, never mind. so until next time... ciao

{/5:04 AM}

Typed by Yours Truly.