So, lets begin...

I'm back. Like a bad rash- I'm back.

Character update:
I am going to Columbia College Chicago (Did we already know this?) for poetry. I have been published three times. I am considered by my contemporaries to be a formalist now.
I live at home, in my basement, with my cat and a few vinyls. I make and perform with puppets. I work in a wine and cheese shop, which is a result of my amazingly stuck-up, elitist dandyism (which is to say it's all in good fun).

Did you knows:
Did you know I tried to stop acting like a knight for the 'good' of those around me?
Did you know I feel sick because of last night?
Did you know I'm good at lying because I've had a lot of practice on myself (about you)?
Did you know I've wanted to repay you these past years, but never assumed it possible?
Did you know I hated being a nice guy because it got rid of you?
Did you know I told everyone I was afraid of you in the hospital, yet in the back of my mind wanted you to come back?
Did you know I believed me sometimes?

How 'bout a line (or verse) off the top of my head?:

Conquer the pain of life, our minds
And you can have all my riches.

I should think that a fair trade off, since none of you out there have told me about yourselves lately. So, on to individual messages:

Onion: Call me, ass.
Dream: I dream all the time, and they all frigten me.
Sweetie: I never wrote my essay, oops.
Mya: I miss you.
Chthulhu: We should do something.
Moon: I have a lot to tell you, call me sometime.

Lamerlocke: God, you suck.

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