OUTRAGE!

I can't hold it in. This is just something too horrible. It's wretched. I've never had a greater desire to grap someone's head between unsheathed claws and scream in their face. Horrible! Words cannot express it! I may not know Fareme Foxwing, but it is outrage none the less! My blood boils my skin heats up and it all comes to the surface. I can't help but shutter at the thought of such a person doing such a thing. My condolensces to Fareme, though those are not enough for something like this.

Art. It IS the Artist. Take it and you steal their soul. Take it and it's nothing more than cutting off our hand. Maim it, disfigure it, use it for your own purpose, an evil one at that, and it's twisting the knife before pulling it out. I am not angered easily. I am not angered often. My true rage is seldom touched. But this . . . dare I say what outrage comes if it ever happens to those I know and hold close. They shall rue the day. Something shall be done. The jaded shall be avenged.

How dare another take it. How dare another steal what is not theirs then twist something good and pure into something ugly and muddied in profanity. How dare they . . ..

No words could adequetely express what she must feel . . . no words could adequately express what I'm feeling myself. Something must be done, it can not be left unnoticed. I shutter to think what might happen if it is.

http://foxflight.artistrealm.org/

*Sighs, curls up.* I pray she may be comforted. I pray justice shall be done. I pray . . ..

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Stuff happened today. Lost of it. This is just a run-through, details tomorrow:

ran with tiff around 5.

went to work at 6.30 for the meeting that lasted two hours, got a free t-shirt, woo.

procrastinated homework.

Went to the mall with Shilo. At Sushi . . . owe Shilo 25 cents for eating Sushi with me (already gave her 75). Seaweed tastes worse than wheatgrass. FOUND THINGS TO COME! At Sam goody . . . cassette . . . special ordered, they shall call me when they find it GLEE!

took shilo home. Traffic is evil. 3 minutes late for work.

work at 2.30. It was work, woo. Hyperness happened, singing happened, we sang at work . . . odd.

came home, called Tiff. Went to In-N-Out, ate on m'tailgate, were loud and annoying . . .. Tiff nearly ate the last fry as I was glaring at the emty tray . . .I got to eat the last fry. The ketscup was on my side HA! worked on gloating. In-N-Out has to freezer, but a large refridgerator thing.

came home, more demon traffic got tiff home a few minutes after 8.

came come.

am home
is still home

won't be home tomorrow

demon school

procrastinated. Got english done . . . easy stuff. Haven't touched math.

weekend went by too fast . . . ug *passes out.*

had an hour nap between meeting and procrastinating and hanging with Shilo.