Day 23 of my banishment:

Did laundry.

That is all.

Day 22 of my banishment.

Supplies running low. The canned goods I had stockpiled in case of just such an eventuality are all long gone, eaten furiously in the first few hours of deactivation. (Note to self: Why did I buy canned bananas? I've never even heard of canned bananas.) Pretty soon I will be forced to eat my cat's SuperSupper.

And thirsty...so thirsty...There's only a meager drip of water from a rusty pipe..at least I hope that's water (and I'm pretty sure that's no pipe...) to keep me from dehydration. It's no use to try to keep my spirits up, they are sagging like a poncho in a monsoon. All I can try for is to keep myself from going crazy. (I think I just saw Hans running behind my cardboard
fort.) And so I ride my tractor. All day. Every day. ( )

Even the weather is against me. The rain pounds incessantly on the roof like fine needles reminding me of my separation, mocking my exile. I can no longer tell if the fog is coming from without or from within. My vision is getting blurry, my muscles atrophied, my arches have fallen and I can't keep the part in my hair part straight.

I've named my cat shausler. I've taken to ripple once again. I mutter to myself to keep part of me alive...just murmurings...senseless to the casual listener but for me imbued with the most profound and poignant longing...murmurings... ramblings..."Lleena is a git"..."shut it!"..."is this thread about me?"..."Enough!"..."fucktard...fuck t a r d...f u..c..k...ta..r.....d...and the wind cries "Idiot!"

I received another little message in my inbox from a dear friend and idiot.

I received another little message in my inbox from a dear friend and idiot.

bkw said:

I've got some that needs doin' too any chance you can mail me 9's' address and I will mail it to him.

I received another little message in my inbox from a dear friend and idiot.

i miss "someone".

Hopefully he'll start eating himself soon.

TheFrog said:

did he have a rib removed?

IstenSzek said:

can i ask you something?

TheFrog said:

sure

what happened at school with your teachers?

TheFrog said:

who said it happened at school?

IstenSzek said:

we're getting somewhere!

please continue.

TheFrog said:

it involved one of my male teachers turning

out to be a high class prostitute

the rest I shall keep to myself as part of

my cyber-mystique

fucking hell!

TheFrog said:

yeah, well, you asked

Day 24 of my banishment

In the distance a wolf howls. Help does not seem to be coming. All alone,
abandoned. Alright. If I'm going to get out of this thing I need to do it
myself...

My mind races furiously. I remember seeing this movie of how a guy got out
of a seemingly hopelless jam he was in by gnawing off his own hand at the
wrist in order to escape to blessed freedom. This seems desperate, but it's
all I have. As I start gnawing, I suddenly realize that I am not handcuffed
to anything like the guy in the movie.

I stop gnawing.

I need to think clearly. What would Ovid do? The great Roman poet Ovid
exiled to the coast of the Black Sea for no known reason, other than that he
displeased some Romans. There he wrote his greatest erotic love poetry...
He also wrote
wrote of Dedalus and Icarus, also imprisoned, also seeking escape....Maybe
if I use Lleena's poncho as wings I can fly out of this hell hole! Yes
that's it! To the skies!

Hmm that sun seems a little close...maybe I shouldn't have fastened the
poncho with wax.....



*plop*

this is all way too sad.

JasmineFire said:

And kind of funny.

althom said:

I'm sure glad you didn't say really funny .

PEJ said:

That'll only dent him-can I bring the truck in?