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"Face me  Pal lthurius!  I demand the satisfaction of crushing you in battle for make no mistake, I have the power now to make this statement come falling down on your head as woluld a tonne of bricks on a normal man." Aitikis saidas he simulateanously demonstrated his new power, firing off a volley of high impact energy from his eyes. I blocked his blast with my strong right arm, though I was rocked by the force of his blast, I did not lose my balance and fall off the doorknob. "Is that the best you can do Aitikis?" I shouted at him, grinning with resolve, because I had long vowed to meet aggression with a smile as there was no better way to show my strength than to smile in the face of danger. Though the danger that he posed to me was minimal to say the least for I am Pallthurius and that means power. "Curse you Pallthurius!" I am bristling with power and still you mock me with yours! Will I never lay you low?" He cried at me, ...

"Him again! Why is it always Random Tree that I find myself growing near? And now there's a pencil with us? Have I died and gone to hell? Please let it just be purgatory. And is the pencil here to record our journey or something? I'm not sure that I'm comfortable with this. Who do I get to protest this to? It's still a democracy right? Though if I'm dead and gone to hell, or even purgatory, there's no democracy in that is there? At least Random Tree tends to keep quiet." So this is how long it took for us to collectively fail in our quest to write 1,032,020 words this year? Just 29 days? This is the 30th but the failure began yesterday when I couldn't write us past 1000 words, though at least I got close with 723 words. Today? I'm not even close as I began the 4th quarter with not even a hundred words. As a writer, I'm ashamed of myself for that kind of output.  There's plenty of time left in this day fo...

I think that I'm going to try and write vehrsah again, or poetry, which is something that I haven't tried to write since I was a youngling on the homeworld and my younglings were so cruel to me that they laughed until they were suspended for laughing at how bad I was at writing it. Yes, all of them, even the nice ones. I know that I swore then to never try and write vehrsah again, but I was young then and surely you humans won't be nearly as cruel as those younglings were. And just yesterday, I even had a few lines of poetry come to mind but resisted the call because I had not yet decided that I would. I still haven't of course, but, I want to. Or at least some part of me wants to. What say you human of the internet? Should I turn to versah or poetry, as you humans call it? If you say yes, I will. If you say no, I think that I'll still do it, I just wouldn't do it with the same abandon that I write here. So be kind and...

This is my wall.  I started working on it five years ago when I inherited my parents' home following their tragic deaths in a single car accident. I was devastated by their passing and took solace in the pursuit of art, that I had left behind 15 years earlier after a stupid fight with them that was all my fault because I was young and stupid. And newly determined to explore art, even though, as they rightly pointed out, that pursuing art would most likely involve me living a hard scrabble life. I didn't want to live a hard scrabble life and thinking that they were just being mean because they were old, they weren't, they were barely half the way through their forties as they married young and had me in their second year of said marriage and being in your forties is not old. It's the later prime of life. The long and the short of it is that I threw a fit and didn't talk to them for four years as I threw myself into a job that I unsuited for bu...