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A Thousand Cranes

I wish that we...

Created on 2008-08-08 01:00:54 (#16313596), last updated 2009-09-07

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Name:Akiena No Megami
Birthdate:07-13
Location:United States
Bio
Crazed and slavering she crawls like a critter from under a rock to face up to the harsh sun light. From rolling around aimlessly in her shaded bed to the slackable redundancy of her daytime job as a Matra data entry and advisor until the end of her reign and her seasonal privileges are pulled. "November," she says; And with a mark of desperation she adds "And I need a job". The market no longer looks like a glimmering place of hope for open jobs and she worries about her future and what she will do if she can't fuel her addiction to mushroom surprise, internet, collector's edition art books, and Xbox games.

Where does she come from? "The Slime," she replies. Middleslime, USA which, to her emotions, she feels is probably the best possible outcome from this ridiculously illogical country, as she is of the swamps that while it might be tainted by religious and white supremist ideals it allows her the most of the isolated existence she was given and fostered from. As a maddened soothsayer might, she will proclaim the end is nigh and doom is upon us, raising her fist in her lost hope, for humanity's most boisterous of voices and opinions are in fact occupants of the lowest end of the intelligence quotient.

With a sellable smile and her fingers shaped like an L, she points to her head and proclaims "Matra is pants" as she continues to act as if pulling the trigger. All she can do is sigh and argue her point: that she doesn't understand. With enough caffeine she might feel the motivation to understand and to not give attitude to the developers, but without sufficient energy reserves her brain just walks in circles, coming to different but related conclusions which might be right. Might also be wrong. Either way she will yet spend eight hours a day staring at the screen, clicking and typing away while listening to her mp3 player. Occasionally she'll glance over at the news in her Reader, amused by the nerdiness held within or shaking her head at the sad and desolate outlook of the world's political figures.

"I don't get it," she'll say absently and move on to the next subject, briefly inserting "Also, cocks."
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