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I need pics to complete video 9!
damn it I need a hug!
I am just not feeling the love,and with Orion on hiatus.....shit...I am coming unglued!!!!!It's happened! Summer camp is OVER!!!!
*HUG*
There is no hug as healing as a Killjoke hug. It's the whole wrap-around quality.
I'm sorry guys,just it's the real world stress taken over....and I want the video to be done
and I'm missing everyone.![]()

He's at work.

Is it just me or did this week just go by too fast though? Tomorrow it will already be a week since the meet!
I don't buy it either. Me thinks he just doesn't know it yet but he'll be leading the line dance at the next JUB Meet wherever it might be
That is beautiful,Killjoke.Got me thinking again of the feelings that overcame me as I flew out of St. Louis....I think we all were thinking that and you expressed those thaoughts in words perfectly.On a Friday, I met my brothers.
From all walks of life they came.
Nervous, I embraced them.
They enveloped me.
I knew them, not by sight,
but by soul.
We drank each other up;
Squeezed every moment dry.
When others came, we welcomed.
More knowing. More loving.
We danced a bacchanal of kinship.
And on the third day,
We faded. Drifting, not darting away.
Cold and gray, the sky mourned for us.
A gateway had been breached,
an arch watched over us
as we departed.
Alone.
Yet not.
They enveloped me.
I knew them, not by sight,
but by soul.
Hardware dude, you will just have to come to the Toronto meet. Tom has secretly told me he will be here for both days. Consider flying. The drive is a ball breaker.


So I never got the rest of the story... did the security bozos let Orion in the Arch after discovering he was packing or not? haha!



On a Friday, I met my brothers.
From all walks of life they came.
Nervous, I embraced them.
They enveloped me.
I knew them, not by sight,
but by soul.
We drank each other up;
Squeezed every moment dry.
When others came, we welcomed.
More knowing. More loving.
We danced a bacchanal of kinship.
And on the third day,
We faded. Drifting, not darting away.
Cold and gray, the sky mourned for us.
A gateway had been breached--
an arch watched over us
as we departed.
Alone.
Yet not.
And so it was when the times were most dire that the ring bearers protectorate and their valor shown galantly. A wall was formed of flesh and bone and force of will alone. The bearer week with laughter, though thoroughly protected felt the eyes or Suaruman gaze upon him from above. Quickly the ring was removed as deftly as one were to kick off a boot.
And of the group the bearer loved the most, the one called bradlee turned on him in this moment. "I should like to hold it," he proclaimed excitedly, "if only for a moment." The Orion hesitated, it was his burden to carry. He had been warned of this one's weekness for packages....




