OVER

This blog will no longer be used by me, for personal reasons.
If I wish to vent, or contact any of you, I will find another way.

EMA OUR WAY

So right now, I am playing the waiting game.
Farren does not think his moment in the sun will ever end.
He doesn't believe I am REAL and CAPABLE.
I am NOT A PAWN.
I am snapping at his heels.

Pali, Tom A, Kite, Nics... They are my friends.
But they do not understand.
There is NOTHING I can do for them now.
But one day we will do over EMA OUR WAY.
Then the earth will move for me.
And Farren will be nothing.

EDIT:

Stupid comments won't work.
All replies will be edits.

What is the danger?
Farren. Teer.

But I am careful.
I am patient.
I will play their game.

EDIT 2:

Am I being interrogated?

There is no danger NOW.
At least, for the others.
They don't experience EMA like I do.
For NOW our lives are being micromanaged.
But when Farren is supposed to step down...
Our lives will be micromanaged by a very BIG set of JAWS indeed.

What Kite will never know....

His Mom had cancer for 8 months.

Can you imagine the letter?

Dear Kite,

I am fine and doing well.
[censored]Your mother has cancer, and is getting worse daily.[censored]
We have a new pot plant,

Love

Kite's Father

Isn't lucky she got better?
(Or the game might be up)

And, Black Moon Cat.
In the dark, how can we tell ourselves from alley trash?
Talk to me here if you wish.

Black

This is how I will talk to the world.
On my own terms, in my own way.

Things are black.
Very black.

The mail is censored. Very.
Incoming and outgoing.
DO NOT tell the others.
Or I will find you and rip your guts out.
It is their right and happiness not to know.