On a more serious note, YES JOE, I LOVE YOU TOO!
I really like the "least sane" part.
Reminds me of that time when I went into that black house that had the teddy bears duckttaped to its walls which would always look at me funny,
as if I was swimming in a cherry-ice-cream lake while eating pistachio-flavoured mushrooms with tiny arrows stuck in their heads.
No really, <3.
' Wrote:Reminds me of that time when I went into that black house that had the teddy bears duckttaped to its walls which would always look at me funny
as if I was swimming in a cherry-ice-cream lake while eating pitachio-flavoured mushrooms with tiny arrows stuck in their heads.
There was a blackness in the clock. As the minutes passed by I became ever more sure of it. With each clicking second a tiny window between its silent face and my own heart would pulse to life, revealing a world between worlds that has no name.
Then the clock screamed. A scream to send the thoughts of mothers to the early graves of their children, of men to a place of nameless fear.
I reached my hand out and hit snooze, a struggle earning a brief reprieve to collect, and try to forget.
Good work Joe, and as i can clearly see, you winning is in -no- way Zelots fault, but all yours.
It's been a pleasure to be flying with you, and i hope to continue for a long time.
And yus, from flying against insurmountable odds, and killing a Liberty Cap8 Carrier with a Taiidian(Joe) and a bugged preagle (me), to absolutely raping and pillaging West Point, to just having a laid back time, it's all a blast with you around, mate.