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2012-11-30T20:22:35Z

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	and the forest passes below coming closer as we fall from sky green scrolling past and mountains in the distance and there on the horizon the gleam of sun on a lake of silicon coming closer and closer for the last time it shimmers and its froth and its droplets and its rooves and buildings covered in windows and panels that drink the sun and they’re all so ugly but theyre home as the ship lands in the square and I walk out into the sun to where mum and mum and mums are like they were the last time but this is the last time so its not like the last time where they beamed smiles at my success but even though they dont do that this time they still say welcome home since theres nothing else they can do and I guess it is home for a moment but theyll never stop saying it not even when I see them again in ten years but there’s betrayal I can see it in glances as we head back to the old house I was the golden girl but not any more but what did they expect if you make me special Ill go and be special and you bullshit in civics about the problems with the magnates theyre your problems too and if you want to say they arent then dont look at me like Im betraying you and you especially Kara you did it too when Tempest needed you more than it needs me and Im not even in the army like you were worried and heres the old house and the old hook for my cloak and the old stairs and its so much better without looking through lace you have no taste at all and it’s been a long day and a long trip so I head up to my old room where my old bed is still there and made fresh and its kick kick kick off my shoes and suit and shirt and between the covers where I stretch out like I used to since its for the last time after all and its warm and quiet after the ports and the planes and Im back there tomorrow to the port and then the port and then the ship and two weeks in a can and Ive not done it before I hope dont do something stupid or throw up but you know that doesnt happen and you already prepped and just enjoy the warm cocoon and the quiet and the soft patter of rain starting and the forest will smell tomorrow when I wake up from sleep		and the forest passes below coming closer as we fall from sky green scrolling past and mountains in the distance and there on the horizon the gleam of sun on a lake of silicon coming closer and closer for the last time it shimmers and its froth and its droplets and its rooves and buildings covered in windows and panels that drink the sun and they’re all so ugly but theyre home as the ship lands in the square and I walk out into the sun to where mum and mum and mums are like they were the last time but this is the last time so its not like the last time where they beamed smiles at my success but even though they dont do that this time they still say welcome home since theres nothing else they can do and I guess it is home for a moment but theyll never stop saying it not even when I see them again in ten years but there’s betrayal I can see it in glances as we head back to the old house I was the golden girl but not any more but what did they expect if you make me special Ill go and be special and you bullshit in civics about the problems with the magnates theyre your problems too and if you want to say they arent then dont look at me like Im betraying you and you especially Kara you did it too when Tempest needed you more than it needs me and Im not even in the army like you were worried and heres the old house and the old hook for my cloak and the old stairs and its so much better without looking through lace you have no taste at all and it’s been a long day and a long trip so I head up to my old room where my old bed is still there and made fresh and its kick kick kick off my shoes and suit and shirt and between the covers where I stretch out like I used to since its for the last time after all and its warm and quiet after the ports and the planes and Im back there tomorrow to the port and then the port and then the ship and two weeks in a can and Ive not done it before I hope dont do something stupid or throw up but you know that doesnt happen and you already prepped and just enjoy the warm cocoon and the quiet and the soft patter of rain starting and the forest will smell tomorrow when I wake up from sleep

	soft yellow light warming my face morning here the last morning so Id better be up and slip from under covers and stretch and robe is somewhere here folded pull it around and through the door and to the kitchen remember this journey and machines not in the same place find it where is it there there it is rattling into life while I find a mug still in the same place and fill it up and chocolate warm and dark in my mouth and down my throat in one long slug and I sit down and nobodys up yet in this early morning and the rain has stopped and window and mottled sky with rain and sun dispersed and moving with winds in upper air of place we call Tempest and the forest is beneath glistening in sun and its a beautiful morning that I walk out into the smell of the damp forest damp from dripping leaves and mud in my toes sinking in and water running down copper bark glistening orange and brown and green like it was before and that smell the smell of damp forest that was Hyunas smell that day said it never happened but it did I wont follow you there just hiding it away it happened and thats what this whole world does it hides itself in veils and we all get laced because we have to see the lies papered over this farce where it never happened and we all smile and march forward with our brains laced up like corsets to only see Tempest which doesnt even exist its just a crowd of people forcing themselves into shapes that dont fit and its always that way but dont call it freedom where Hyunas tried to make it not happen and I tried but it did and she didnt look at me the same again and thats why creative differences bullshit but you can have that if you people want if itll make you feel better go sit here in your blindfolds and imaginary wholes mashing yourselves to fit because you told yourself this place is everything and ~~ill~~ miss it but the sun and the sea and the damp forest dont need you to be them and I remember when I was out here in the rain thats starting again now and dripping everywhere and Kara was so mad but Sam didnt care she thought it was funny but its not so fun now this was a bad idea gown not waterproof its got heavy fast Ill go back in and fuck theyre up and Im dripping on the floor and looking at me like Im 7 again and I go shower where the water is warm and clean and dry off and get dressed properly and go down to where they're still eating breakfast and say hi this time and they cant stop giggling but eventually its serious and Im really going such a shame and I could give a lot to Tempest and wont I come back and I shouldnt forget where I came from and its such a shame it didnt work with the Players I had a good thing going and maybe well get back together and I guess they think I'm just taking a break and a foreign education could give me a good angle in a coop when Im done and yes it could but I dont fucking care do I dont you get it Im done but I dont say that to them and even with my lace off its all lies but they can have them if they want but theyre getting frowns now and I shouldnt forget what Tempest gave me and I never asked for it never signed a contract and I said that out loud like an idiot and theyre cross and why did I say that and why did I do that to Hyuna and its not my fucking fault its all aggregates you get outliers and I guess that was me and thats not my fault its all just statistics and Im sure it works very well for all you people and your numbers line up like the magnates do but that doesnt help me does it and Im sorry I blew up on our last day can we just forget it and Im Hanwen and just as bad as them and I have to get out because so long as Im here Im just a liar too and that I dont say but I promise to write and they dig up some old things I liked and Sam shows me the old drawing I made still on the wall and asks if I want to take it as a thing to remind of her but she should keep it to remind of me because that was really me and its all got awkward so Id better cut my losses and I take the presents and leave them one of my own its a picture of us I drew from an old photo and the rest of the village too and our houses so ugly but home and if they have that then shouldnt I take the portrait and I guess shes right there but I dont want the stupid thing but I cant say that so I pack it and yes I have warm clothes for Erebus but its not like I couldnt get some there and have I thought about the yes and what about the yes that too and did I yes I did theres nothing more Im out Im done Im gone		soft yellow light warming my face morning here the last morning so Id better be up and slip from under covers and stretch and robe is somewhere here folded pull it around and through the door and to the kitchen remember this journey and machines not in the same place find it where is it there there it is rattling into life while I find a mug still in the same place and fill it up and chocolate warm and dark in my mouth and down my throat in one long slug and I sit down and nobodys up yet in this early morning and the rain has stopped and window and mottled sky with rain and sun dispersed and moving with winds in upper air of place we call Tempest and the forest is beneath glistening in sun and its a beautiful morning that I walk out into the smell of the damp forest damp from dripping leaves and mud in my toes sinking in and water running down copper bark glistening orange and brown and green like it was before and that smell the smell of damp forest that was Hyunas smell that day said it never happened but it did I wont follow you there just hiding it away it happened and thats what this whole world does it hides itself in veils and we all get laced because we have to see the lies papered over this farce where it never happened and we all smile and march forward with our brains laced up like corsets to only see Tempest which doesnt even exist its just a crowd of people forcing themselves into shapes that dont fit and its always that way but dont call it freedom where Hyunas tried to make it not happen and I tried but it did and she didnt look at me the same again and thats why creative differences bullshit but you can have that if you people want if itll make you feel better go sit here in your blindfolds and imaginary wholes mashing yourselves to fit because you told yourself this place is everything and Ill miss it but the sun and the sea and the damp forest dont need you to be them and I remember when I was out here in the rain thats starting again now and dripping everywhere and Kara was so mad but Sam didnt care she thought it was funny but its not so fun now this was a bad idea gown not waterproof its got heavy fast Ill go back in and fuck theyre up and Im dripping on the floor and looking at me like Im 7 again and I go shower where the water is warm and clean and dry off and get dressed properly and go down to where they're still eating breakfast and say hi this time and they cant stop giggling but eventually its serious and Im really going such a shame and I could give a lot to Tempest and wont I come back and I shouldnt forget where I came from and its such a shame it didnt work with the Players I had a good thing going and maybe well get back together and I guess they think I'm just taking a break and a foreign education could give me a good angle in a coop when Im done and yes it could but I dont fucking care do I dont you get it Im done but I dont say that to them and even with my lace off its all lies but they can have them if they want but theyre getting frowns now and I shouldnt forget what Tempest gave me and I never asked for it never signed a contract and I said that out loud like an idiot and theyre cross and why did I say that and why did I do that to Hyuna and its not my fucking fault its all aggregates you get outliers and I guess that was me and thats not my fault its all just statistics and Im sure it works very well for all you people and your numbers line up like the magnates do but that doesnt help me does it and Im sorry I blew up on our last day can we just forget it and Im Hanwen and just as bad as them and I have to get out because so long as Im here Im just a liar too and that I dont say but I promise to write and they dig up some old things I liked and Sam shows me the old drawing I made still on the wall and asks if I want to take it as a thing to remind of her but she should keep it to remind of me because that was really me and its all got awkward so Id better cut my losses and I take the presents and leave them one of my own its a picture of us I drew from an old photo and the rest of the village too and our houses so ugly but home and if they have that then shouldnt I take the portrait and I guess shes right there but I dont want the stupid thing but I cant say that so I pack it and yes I have warm clothes for Erebus but its not like I couldnt get some there and have I thought about the yes and what about the yes that too and did I yes I did theres nothing more Im out Im done Im gone

Peel: /* V */

2012-11-30T14:41:14Z

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	and the forest passes below coming closer as we fall from sky green scrolling past and mountains in the distance and there on the horizon the gleam of sun on a lake of silicon coming closer and closer for the last time it shimmers and its froth and its droplets and its rooves and buildings covered in windows and panels that drink the sun and they’re all so ugly but theyre home as the ship lands in the square and I walk out into the sun to where mum and mum and mums are like they were the last time but this is the last time so its not like the last time where they beamed smiles at my success but even though they dont do that this time they still say welcome home since theres nothing else they can do and I guess it is home for a moment but theyll never stop saying it not even when I see them again in ten years but there’s betrayal I can see it in glances as we head back to the old house I was the golden girl but not any more but what did they expect if you make me special Ill go and be special and you bullshit in civics about the problems with the magnates theyre your problems too and if you want to say they arent then dont look at me like Im betraying you and you especially Kara you did it too when Tempest needed you more than it needs me and Im not even in the army like you were worried and heres the old house and the old hook for my cloak and the old stairs and its so much better without looking through lace you have no taste at all and it’s been a long day and a long trip so I head up to my old room where my old bed is still there and made fresh and its kick kick kick off my shoes and suit and shirt and between the covers where I stretch out like I used to since its for the last time after all and its warm and quiet after the ports and the planes and Im back there tomorrow to the port and then the port and then the ship and two weeks in a can and Ive not done it before I hope dont do something stupid or throw up but you know that doesnt happen and you already prepped and just enjoy the warm cocoon and the quiet and the soft patter of rain starting and the forest will smell tomorrow when I wake up from sleep		and the forest passes below coming closer as we fall from sky green scrolling past and mountains in the distance and there on the horizon the gleam of sun on a lake of silicon coming closer and closer for the last time it shimmers and its froth and its droplets and its rooves and buildings covered in windows and panels that drink the sun and they’re all so ugly but theyre home as the ship lands in the square and I walk out into the sun to where mum and mum and mums are like they were the last time but this is the last time so its not like the last time where they beamed smiles at my success but even though they dont do that this time they still say welcome home since theres nothing else they can do and I guess it is home for a moment but theyll never stop saying it not even when I see them again in ten years but there’s betrayal I can see it in glances as we head back to the old house I was the golden girl but not any more but what did they expect if you make me special Ill go and be special and you bullshit in civics about the problems with the magnates theyre your problems too and if you want to say they arent then dont look at me like Im betraying you and you especially Kara you did it too when Tempest needed you more than it needs me and Im not even in the army like you were worried and heres the old house and the old hook for my cloak and the old stairs and its so much better without looking through lace you have no taste at all and it’s been a long day and a long trip so I head up to my old room where my old bed is still there and made fresh and its kick kick kick off my shoes and suit and shirt and between the covers where I stretch out like I used to since its for the last time after all and its warm and quiet after the ports and the planes and Im back there tomorrow to the port and then the port and then the ship and two weeks in a can and Ive not done it before I hope dont do something stupid or throw up but you know that doesnt happen and you already prepped and just enjoy the warm cocoon and the quiet and the soft patter of rain starting and the forest will smell tomorrow when I wake up from sleep

			soft yellow light warming my face morning here the last morning so Id better be up and slip from under covers and stretch and robe is somewhere here folded pull it around and through the door and to the kitchen remember this journey and machines not in the same place find it where is it there there it is rattling into life while I find a mug still in the same place and fill it up and chocolate warm and dark in my mouth and down my throat in one long slug and I sit down and nobodys up yet in this early morning and the rain has stopped and window and mottled sky with rain and sun dispersed and moving with winds in upper air of place we call Tempest and the forest is beneath glistening in sun and its a beautiful morning that I walk out into the smell of the damp forest damp from dripping leaves and mud in my toes sinking in and water running down copper bark glistening orange and brown and green like it was before and that smell the smell of damp forest that was Hyunas smell that day said it never happened but it did I wont follow you there just hiding it away it happened and thats what this whole world does it hides itself in veils and we all get laced because we have to see the lies papered over this farce where it never happened and we all smile and march forward with our brains laced up like corsets to only see Tempest which doesnt even exist its just a crowd of people forcing themselves into shapes that dont fit and its always that way but dont call it freedom where Hyunas tried to make it not happen and I tried but it did and she didnt look at me the same again and thats why creative differences bullshit but you can have that if you people want if itll make you feel better go sit here in your blindfolds and imaginary wholes mashing yourselves to fit because you told yourself this place is everything and ill miss it but the sun and the sea and the damp forest dont need you to be them and I remember when I was out here in the rain thats starting again now and dripping everywhere and Kara was so mad but Sam didnt care she thought it was funny but its not so fun now this was a bad idea gown not waterproof its got heavy fast Ill go back in and fuck theyre up and Im dripping on the floor and looking at me like Im 7 again and I go shower where the water is warm and clean and dry off and get dressed properly and go down to where they're still eating breakfast and say hi this time and they cant stop giggling but eventually its serious and Im really going such a shame and I could give a lot to Tempest and wont I come back and I shouldnt forget where I came from and its such a shame it didnt work with the Players I had a good thing going and maybe well get back together and I guess they think I'm just taking a break and a foreign education could give me a good angle in a coop when Im done and yes it could but I dont fucking care do I dont you get it Im done but I dont say that to them and even with my lace off its all lies but they can have them if they want but theyre getting frowns now and I shouldnt forget what Tempest gave me and I never asked for it never signed a contract and I said that out loud like an idiot and theyre cross and why did I say that and why did I do that to Hyuna and its not my fucking fault its all aggregates you get outliers and I guess that was me and thats not my fault its all just statistics and Im sure it works very well for all you people and your numbers line up like the magnates do but that doesnt help me does it and Im sorry I blew up on our last day can we just forget it and Im Hanwen and just as bad as them and I have to get out because so long as Im here Im just a liar too and that I dont say but I promise to write and they dig up some old things I liked and Sam shows me the old drawing I made still on the wall and asks if I want to take it as a thing to remind of her but she should keep it to remind of me because that was really me and its all got awkward so Id better cut my losses and I take the presents and leave them one of my own its a picture of us I drew from an old photo and the rest of the village too and our houses so ugly but home and if they have that then shouldnt I take the portrait and I guess shes right there but I dont want the stupid thing but I cant say that so I pack it and yes I have warm clothes for Erebus but its not like I couldnt get some there and have I thought about the yes and what about the yes that too and did I yes I did theres nothing more Im out Im done Im gone

Peel: /* V */

2012-11-30T13:11:18Z

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	~~And~~ the forest passes below coming closer as we fall from sky green scrolling past and mountains in the distance and there on the horizon the gleam of sun on a lake of silicon coming closer and closer for the last time it shimmers and its froth and its droplets and its rooves and buildings covered in windows and panels that drink the sun and they’re all so ugly but theyre home as the ship lands in the square and I walk out into the sun to where mum and mum and mums are like they were the last time but this is the last time so its not like the last time where they beamed smiles at my success but even though they dont do that this time they still say welcome home since theres nothing else they can do and I guess it is home for a moment but theyll never stop saying it not even when I see them again in ten years but there’s betrayal I can see it in glances as we head back to the old house I was the golden girl but not any more but what did they expect if you make me special Ill go and be special and you bullshit in civics about the problems with the magnates theyre your problems too and if you want to say they arent then dont look at me like Im betraying you and you especially Kara you did it too when Tempest needed you more than it needs me and Im not even in the army like you were worried and heres the old house and the old hook for my cloak and the old stairs and its so much better without looking through lace you have no taste at all and it’s been a long day and a long trip so I head up to my old room where my old bed is still there and made fresh and its kick kick kick off my shoes and suit and shirt and between the covers where I stretch out like I used to since its for the last time after all and its warm and quiet after the ports and the planes and Im back there tomorrow to the port and then the port and then the ship and two weeks in a can and Ive not done it before I hope dont do something stupid or throw up but you know that doesnt happen and you already prepped and just enjoy the warm cocoon and the quiet and the soft patter of rain starting and the forest will smell tomorrow when I wake up from sleep.		and the forest passes below coming closer as we fall from sky green scrolling past and mountains in the distance and there on the horizon the gleam of sun on a lake of silicon coming closer and closer for the last time it shimmers and its froth and its droplets and its rooves and buildings covered in windows and panels that drink the sun and they’re all so ugly but theyre home as the ship lands in the square and I walk out into the sun to where mum and mum and mums are like they were the last time but this is the last time so its not like the last time where they beamed smiles at my success but even though they dont do that this time they still say welcome home since theres nothing else they can do and I guess it is home for a moment but theyll never stop saying it not even when I see them again in ten years but there’s betrayal I can see it in glances as we head back to the old house I was the golden girl but not any more but what did they expect if you make me special Ill go and be special and you bullshit in civics about the problems with the magnates theyre your problems too and if you want to say they arent then dont look at me like Im betraying you and you especially Kara you did it too when Tempest needed you more than it needs me and Im not even in the army like you were worried and heres the old house and the old hook for my cloak and the old stairs and its so much better without looking through lace you have no taste at all and it’s been a long day and a long trip so I head up to my old room where my old bed is still there and made fresh and its kick kick kick off my shoes and suit and shirt and between the covers where I stretch out like I used to since its for the last time after all and its warm and quiet after the ports and the planes and Im back there tomorrow to the port and then the port and then the ship and two weeks in a can and Ive not done it before I hope dont do something stupid or throw up but you know that doesnt happen and you already prepped and just enjoy the warm cocoon and the quiet and the soft patter of rain starting and the forest will smell tomorrow when I wake up from sleep

Peel: /* V */

2012-11-30T10:15:29Z

← Older revision		Revision as of 03:15, 30 November 2012
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	And the forest passes below coming closer as we fall from sky green scrolling past and mountains in the distance and there on the horizon the gleam of sun on a lake of silicon coming closer and closer for the last time it shimmers and its froth and its droplets and its rooves and buildings covered in windows and panels that drink the sun and they’re all so ugly but theyre home as the ship lands in the square and I walk out into the sun to where mum and mum and mums are like they were the last time but this is the last time so its not like the last time where they beamed smiles at my success but even though they dont do that this time they still say welcome home since theres nothing else they can do and I guess it is home for a moment but theyll never stop saying it not even when I see them again in ten years but there’s ~~also~~ betrayal I can see it in glances as we head back to my old house I was the golden girl but not any more but what did they expect if you make me special Ill go and be special and you bullshit in civics about the problems with the magnates theyre your problems too and if you want to say they arent then dont look at me like Im betraying you and you especially Kara you did it too when Tempest needed you more than it needs me and Im not even in the army like you were worried and heres the old house and the old hook for my cloak and the old stairs and its so much better without looking through lace you have no taste at all and it’s been a long day and a long trip so I head up to my old room where my old bed is still there and made fresh and its kick kick kick off my shoes and suit and shirt and between the covers where I stretch out like I used to since its for the last time after all and its warm and quiet after the ports and the planes and Im back there tomorrow to the port and then the port and then the ship and two weeks in a can and Ive not done it before I hope dont do something stupid or throw up but you know that doesnt happen and you already prepped and just enjoy the warm cocoon and the quiet and the soft patter of rain starting and the forest will smell tomorrow when I wake up from sleep.		And the forest passes below coming closer as we fall from sky green scrolling past and mountains in the distance and there on the horizon the gleam of sun on a lake of silicon coming closer and closer for the last time it shimmers and its froth and its droplets and its rooves and buildings covered in windows and panels that drink the sun and they’re all so ugly but theyre home as the ship lands in the square and I walk out into the sun to where mum and mum and mums are like they were the last time but this is the last time so its not like the last time where they beamed smiles at my success but even though they dont do that this time they still say welcome home since theres nothing else they can do and I guess it is home for a moment but theyll never stop saying it not even when I see them again in ten years but there’s betrayal I can see it in glances as we head back to the old house I was the golden girl but not any more but what did they expect if you make me special Ill go and be special and you bullshit in civics about the problems with the magnates theyre your problems too and if you want to say they arent then dont look at me like Im betraying you and you especially Kara you did it too when Tempest needed you more than it needs me and Im not even in the army like you were worried and heres the old house and the old hook for my cloak and the old stairs and its so much better without looking through lace you have no taste at all and it’s been a long day and a long trip so I head up to my old room where my old bed is still there and made fresh and its kick kick kick off my shoes and suit and shirt and between the covers where I stretch out like I used to since its for the last time after all and its warm and quiet after the ports and the planes and Im back there tomorrow to the port and then the port and then the ship and two weeks in a can and Ive not done it before I hope dont do something stupid or throw up but you know that doesnt happen and you already prepped and just enjoy the warm cocoon and the quiet and the soft patter of rain starting and the forest will smell tomorrow when I wake up from sleep.

Peel: /* V */

2012-11-30T10:04:05Z

← Older revision		Revision as of 03:04, 30 November 2012
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			And the forest passes below coming closer as we fall from sky green scrolling past and mountains in the distance and there on the horizon the gleam of sun on a lake of silicon coming closer and closer for the last time it shimmers and its froth and its droplets and its rooves and buildings covered in windows and panels that drink the sun and they’re all so ugly but theyre home as the ship lands in the square and I walk out into the sun to where mum and mum and mums are like they were the last time but this is the last time so its not like the last time where they beamed smiles at my success but even though they dont do that this time they still say welcome home since theres nothing else they can do and I guess it is home for a moment but theyll never stop saying it not even when I see them again in ten years but there’s also betrayal I can see it in glances as we head back to my old house I was the golden girl but not any more but what did they expect if you make me special Ill go and be special and you bullshit in civics about the problems with the magnates theyre your problems too and if you want to say they arent then dont look at me like Im betraying you and you especially Kara you did it too when Tempest needed you more than it needs me and Im not even in the army like you were worried and heres the old house and the old hook for my cloak and the old stairs and its so much better without looking through lace you have no taste at all and it’s been a long day and a long trip so I head up to my old room where my old bed is still there and made fresh and its kick kick kick off my shoes and suit and shirt and between the covers where I stretch out like I used to since its for the last time after all and its warm and quiet after the ports and the planes and Im back there tomorrow to the port and then the port and then the ship and two weeks in a can and Ive not done it before I hope dont do something stupid or throw up but you know that doesnt happen and you already prepped and just enjoy the warm cocoon and the quiet and the soft patter of rain starting and the forest will smell tomorrow when I wake up from sleep.

Peel: /* 5 */

2012-11-29T20:27:14Z

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	“Rin!”		“Rin!”

	~~But~~ I was gone.		I was gone.

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Peel: /* 2 */

2012-11-29T19:01:10Z

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	I lower the paper and behind it the cliffs rise, forested but unspanned. They would never allow that bridge here. It’s useless, and the style is one that nobody has liked since Earth. I would be marring a site of great natural beauty. We have to take care of the planet. Live as part of it.		I lower the paper and behind it the cliffs rise, forested but unspanned. They would never allow that bridge here. It’s useless, and the style is one that nobody has liked since Earth. I would be marring a site of great natural beauty. We have to take care of the planet. Live as part of it.

	The alarm goes off. Time’s up. I need to get back to work. I gather up the paper. The bridge, and the tower, and the statues and the squares. None of them are what Tempest wants. They're an imaginary world, one that can’t exist. I ~~shove~~ them in by bag and ~~stuff~~ the graphite in my pocket and pick up the pad where the open script is waiting. A moment synchs me with the others back in Landing and I get to editing.		The alarm goes off. Time’s up. I need to get back to work. I gather up the paper. The bridge, and the tower, and the statues and the squares. None of them are what Tempest wants. They're an imaginary world, one that can’t exist. I stuff them in by bag and the graphite in my pocket and pick up the pad where the open script is waiting. A moment synchs me with the others back in Landing and I get to editing.

	The rain falls down around the canopy and raises a damp smell from the forest. This one is looking pretty good. I think it might be our breakout hit.		The rain falls down around the canopy and raises a damp smell from the forest. This one is looking pretty good. I think it might be our breakout hit.

Peel: /* 2 */

2012-11-29T19:00:26Z

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	I lower the paper and behind it the cliffs rise, forested but unspanned. They would never allow that bridge here. It’s useless, and the style is one that nobody has liked since Earth. I would be marring a site of great natural beauty. We have to take care of the planet. Live as part of it.		I lower the paper and behind it the cliffs rise, forested but unspanned. They would never allow that bridge here. It’s useless, and the style is one that nobody has liked since Earth. I would be marring a site of great natural beauty. We have to take care of the planet. Live as part of it.

	The alarm goes off. Time’s up. I need to get back to work. I gather up the paper. The bridge, and the tower, and the statues and the squares. None of them are what Tempest wants. They're an imaginary world, one that can’t exist. I ~~throw~~ them ~~on the campfire~~ and stuff the graphite in my pocket and pick up the pad where the open script is waiting. A moment synchs me with the others back in Landing and I get to editing.		The alarm goes off. Time’s up. I need to get back to work. I gather up the paper. The bridge, and the tower, and the statues and the squares. None of them are what Tempest wants. They're an imaginary world, one that can’t exist. I shove them in by bag and stuff the graphite in my pocket and pick up the pad where the open script is waiting. A moment synchs me with the others back in Landing and I get to editing.

	The rain falls down around the canopy and raises a damp smell from the forest. This one is looking pretty good. I think it might be our breakout hit.		The rain falls down around the canopy and raises a damp smell from the forest. This one is looking pretty good. I think it might be our breakout hit.

Peel: /* 3 */

2012-11-29T18:39:51Z

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	“What the fuck?” She’s turned in the chair and staring at me, hand up protectively. In the too-long quiet we can hear the crowd chattering.		“What the fuck?” She’s turned in the chair and staring at me, hand up protectively. In the too-long quiet we can hear the crowd chattering.

	Tamra calls through the door, “We’re starting in ten, and fuck me there’s a lot of them. If you’re ready get out here.”		Tamra calls through the door. “We’re starting in ten, and fuck me there’s a lot of them. If you’re ready get out here.”

	Hyuna jabs the air, fumbles once, then gets it right and Hanwen returns, serene. “This never happened.”		Hyuna jabs the air, fumbles once, then gets it right and Hanwen returns, serene. “This never happened.”

Peel: /* 3 */

2012-11-29T18:39:11Z

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	“Do it now, we’ll look at the code after. We’ll get an old Hanwen from backup if we run out of time. But why is it only glitching now?”		“Do it now, we’ll look at the code after. We’ll get an old Hanwen from backup if we run out of time. But why is it only glitching now?”

	As I change I watch her sitting in front of the computer, poring over the code. She’s full Yellow now, ~~physically~~ perfect. Like all the heroes Hanwen has many transformations, so under the goddess there’s just short dark hair and a white leotard. It’s a good look for her. Better than the confectionery we hide under on stage.		As I change I watch her sitting in front of the computer, poring over the code. She’s full Yellow now, idol-perfect. Like all the heroes Hanwen has many transformations, so under the goddess there’s just short dark hair and a white leotard. It’s a good look for her. Better than the confectionery we hide under on stage.

	I lean over her chair and peer at the screen. Her hair smells like the forest. Maybe when I’m good enough I can change fashions and build that tower in the trees for us. When I look at the screen and run through the checklist it doesn’t take long to see the problem.		I lean over her chair and peer at the screen. Her hair smells like the forest. Maybe when I’m good enough I can change fashions and build that tower in the trees for us. When I look at the screen and run through the checklist it doesn’t take long to see the problem.