Richmond

Richmond
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Richmond



Ok, party ppl here is the 411 on my Harrisonburg/Richmond adventure. It begins like any other typical day here on the manor. I was doing yard work and planting trees. I took a drive up the mountain got stuck for about 10 mins. I had to dig like a million feet into the earth to uncover my driver side tire. It wasnt just mud, oh no it was the swamp black mud. You know the kind. Finally, after I freed myself, I finished my adventure to the summit of the mountain. This is where this story really begins.



So, Im driving back down the mountain, collection some this and thats when my cell rings. Its Krogers Girl Kat. Shes asking me if I want to drive her to Richmond so she can get her birth certificate. Being that my writer guest got sick and was unable to make it I thought what the hell. Now, my friends I did think twice about going, not because Im not the day tripper, not because of Kat, oh no. I just wasnt sure about time factors.



See I didnt know if I felt like drive a million hours in the car to visit the old capital of the south. I think Ive only ever driven through this Mecca to the confederacy. So, on the grand adventure I left



Leaving late meant we arrive in Harrisonburg late, around 1 a.m.ish. Sleep for a bit, then around 9am began our adventure to Richmond. Drove there nothing fab to explain, waiting in line blah blah, ate out at a little Mexican Dive on the main drag, cruised the Downtown, and jumped back on the pressway.



During out pressway adventure we stopped at Good old Jeffersons house, or at least his hometown. Check out the sites, and jumped back on the road. HIT the craziest rain Id ever seen driving. Made it back to good old Flat Top by 8pm This is where M-day weekend story begins Just wait my friends

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Pre 6.6.6

Greetings,

The day is upon us. Tuesday the Sixth Day, of the Sixth Month of the Six year of two thousand. This will not just be any gathering. No, a gathering like this hasnt been seen since the likes of 1999.



Lygophillias Apocalypse



Where is this gathering being held you might ask? On the Hollow ground of Mavis Manor. In the small hamlet of Flat Top,WV. Why here? This place has the safest balance.



This my friends is another one of the infamous Gloom and Doom parties thrown by Sir Justyn, the Baron of Mavis. Expect the unexpected. Will I see you there? Will I ever see you again? Do you dare miss this? I think not!



Need direction or contact info. If you dont know, you dont go!



See you on 6.6.6



You Have Been Warned

Wearing your Sunday dress on a Thursday.

My story my friends, begins unlike any other. Its begin, and ends in the same place. A place where this sweet, kind, and loveable girl has stolen my life. Now, you maybe asking yourself. How can a story begin and end in the same moment of time. Time is meaningless in the realm of love. Blissful years fly past in second, and moments of pain and longing last for centuries. Memories that transcend time and space, transcend life times. Memories that etch themselves in our very souls. This is the memories I share with you. I feel this girl is falling from grace, crazy down to the depths of nothingness, but not the nothingness that is everything, but the loneliness of nothingness. Please just, Tell me why? Is it my misfit ways, or the fear of my love that draw you away. Sometimes I feel I will continue to go on aimlessly in this unstable flux of being. How do I connect with her when she is zillion miles away. How do I get her to see the voids, and desire it to be filled again. As I see she is falling from grace, I pray that someone will change her life, because I couldnt change it.



This story, unlike the fable of the past has no true ending. For something to have an ending means happiness or sadness prevails. These memories of the soul, will be with my spirit forever, and ever till time itself reflects upon its very existence, and choices to fade away or burn out. This is unlikely to happen anytime soon, if ever. Do I seek a new fairytale, fill that void in my blacken heart, just to give it away again to be shattered into billions of shiny pieces? A heart is something worth breaking. Its a dangerous game though, breaking hearts. Some heart grow stronger, and fonder. Some just patch themselves up, while others have visible gashes piercing through them.

Think of me the next full moon, the next blacken night, the next midnight shower. Think of the hard ache, the fleeting memories I cling too. Think of your Sunday dress and wear it on a Thursday. Think of everything your heart desires. NOW FORGET it all. If you arent willing to fight for it, it will be gone in a flash of lightening, and you will be left cold, wet and lonely



Dr J.J. Ryvers
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Fate has a way of Adding more Drama

Ok Party People, Another installment of the mind of Justyn.



Im trying to figure out what fate is telling me. Sometimes u think the world is met to go one way, and then another. I believe in signs. Markers in places to help keep u on the right track. The problem is right now, I dont understand the signals. Every time I feel Im ready to close the chapter on a past relationship she pops back in with just enough drama to keep me from closing the book. Then like clock work, songs, emotions, sign appear out of nowhere reminding me of her. AHHHLike today. I on my quest to move on took the sign of not remembering what day her birthday was as a sign that I was forgettening about her, and she was just going to be in the past. I searched long and hard to try and find that date. But I never could. So this morning I just said Ah forget it. Then low and behold she calls me crying about her horrible day, and needed me to cheer her up. It has been 3 weeks since I talked with her, now I get a phone call when Im really to throw in the towel. Its almost like she can read my mind. I havent seen her in a year, but she know the very day the last time we saw each other. We can be as different as night and day. But So that was sign one today. Sign 2. I was watching a movie, and the song that we called our song came on. I listened to the words completely this time, and wow they didnt make since way back when, but they do now? How is that possible. Why Cant I is the song. Then, in the credits of the movie her Nickname I gave her. Allgra was the first fucking name on the credits list, before the actors and such!!! Sign,Sign,Sign, oh yeah I forgot about pre-sign one. It involved a conversion with a friend about relationship, and I brought her up as an example OK, party ppl what does this mean What should I do? Im at a lose here. Im 400 miles away and still the I Love You, I Hate You, I Love You still fits. I need random peoples advice please

dispense it now!!

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My Life as Tragic Love Stories

Ive often wondered why I love the tragic Love stories. Those bitter sweet endings, the memories that burn the brightest in our memories, only tragic love can out shine the light of the sun. Tragedy is the single most important event in our lives. I crave these moment seek them out even. Is this wrong of me? Is it a sick twisted life I lead? Or Im I just being real with myself. Tragic love is life. Nothing has happy ending, just moments, moment of blissful joy, which will one day fade. These gems, which will never been forgot will be possible over shadowed. I realized for my love of these tragic moments, I also fear them. This may be the reason Im so drawn to them seek out this drama of the hearts.



I have much more to say on this topic, but at this hour I must stop. My damp eyes hurt with the dull salty pain of tears. This makes it hard to remember the sweet words I strive to speak out. The endless throbbing of my heart beat loudly in my ears reminding me of everything Ive give up out of foolishness. In the coming nights, I will awake from this deep emotional slumber, I now see myself in, and continue my epic tale of tragic love.

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