Thu, 19 May 2005

so they trusted him, but he seized sixty of them and killed them in one day
Please allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is Ana Skyfish and I got no time for pleasantries, and like my associate Crow T. Robot once said, I don’t come with a comfort strip. I got suckered into some shitty employment a while back and haven’t kept up with the chitchat for far too long, but my prior employer is now picking glass shards out of his face and I’ve got some catching up to do. First I moved out of the old neighborhood into an empty storage barn halfway between Washburn and La Porte City and nobody minds my taxidermy experiments or shotgun practice, or at least if they do mind they have enough civic pride not to call the fucking cops. Technically I’m the only one living here, but Cecelia is here quite a bit, which is fine by me so long as she doesn’t start inviting her kook friends over. William leaves his bus here when he’s not working and sometimes he comes inside and brings us necessary mission equipment, which is an ideal situation. That’s about it for regulars. We’ve got legit net access and very unlegit satellite access and a stereo system that can literally wake the dead. We’ve been building furniture from abandoned flood-damaged lumber we took off some Amish Separtists for a stray Bloemhof Fighting Lemur we found in the attic. I’m making my stand here at the barn: I’m never going to work another day as long as I live.

And how have you been? (ljcomments)
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