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You can thank me. XD <3

You know me. I always come back for bits at a time

Did Bat-Battz-Maru poke you until you flopped over here :|

No xD i actually wanted to come to tris

Seee! I was a good girl!
I didn't bug 'em! <3

*is so late to the conversation that I am now analyzing its fossils.*

...that sounded better in my head...
ANYWAY, hello all.

xD Heya LawLaw <3

Yay! A Battys!

YAS, IT ME!

I'm unpacking and doing laundry, then re packing.

I was in hellgraine (migraine hell) this morning, cleaned house, and now am trying to figure out some things towards the stories...and likely will draw some...

Oh! and I have more essays to work on...and my computer decided to take a nap for a day or two.

Inquiry I am looking at: How would humans who moved from a dying country to another country pass on that knowledge, and how would that tradition change after 1,000 years?

Thankfully, no migraines for me today.

Just anxiety times a zillion. But im working through it.
Good luck with your essays!! And I hope you're feeling better

A gingerman sits in his gingerbread house, Is he made of house, or is his house made of flesh. He screams for he does not know.

As he realizes that his clothes are made of the sugar of his eyes, a head, cruel and massive, knocks from on high.

"Little man, little man, feed me your home, lest I break your ginger bones."

The gingerbread man said in reply, "I am my home, by the sugary skylight. I will not feed you what is mine tonight."

The grinning head spoke not, but a hammer in hand, he lifted it above house and the gingerbread man.

Ive never heard that part before

Well, if you want to think about it, we sort of are that gingerbread man...chemically, we eat, clothe ourselves with, and live in carbon-based things. xD

And I made the story off the top of my head. xD

Law -- wait, pass down knowledge of what?