Good morning, mid-morning, midday, afternoon, evening

Hey welcome.  How old are you?  I'm pretty sure we've got a pretty spread even group age wise around here.  Where are you from?

Hello and Welcome

Tell us more about yourself?

Seventeenish area. I'm from the lower Disney region of the U.S. of A., in the penis of the country.

Have you tried magnesium supplement?  Me neither.

What's this minority age level?

I play bass in a band called "Funk Alchemy" and pretty much intend on minoring in Music and majoring in English in college as of now, but things change with time.

Okay, I assumed, to be honest, that I was one of the younger browsers. Great first impression, right?

haha

Na we've got a bunch of 17ish people.  I'm 17 and I was just in disney like a week ago.  Where are you gonna go to school?

University of Central Florida. Not my first choice, but certainly not a bad one, either.

I'm younger than you.  How sad....  My age level consists of two I think.... clara's still 16 right? 

Sad? You should be proud! The older guy comes in looking like an idiot, haha.

That's cool, I'm going to Penn State in the fall.  I can't wait, but I've still got liek a month and a half of crappy high school.

I was going to say something kind of mean but luckily it froze up.  Yay drupal!

Instead, I'll say ummm, welcome blah blah blah.....

Hello, want some lobster?

Woah I didn't realize there were this many people this age here. I'm in 16 also, a minority yes but not as much as I thought apparently.

Is there a chance of us getting a pre-peak of the stories in these peanut-butter induced dreams, or do we have to wait untill you've finally written them?

I have a friend who got into sniffing turpentine and then started getting these really outragouse dreams, which he wrote down into a song. He also watched Men In Black Two under the influence and thought he'd discoverd "The Theory Of Everything!" so it's probly not recommended.

My only epiphany during Men in Black II was that it was not nearly as good as Men in Black I.

Yeh :(

I shall will give you a very little teaser of my peanut-butter induced epiphanies:

The grass was humming constantly as the wind swept through it. There was the sensation of librarians with their "Shh... shh..." as it continued throughout the day.

His voice vibrated through the flames. They tried to impose, but he drove his lines through this plaster into a canvas. These words, few and chosen well, drew themselves with dignity and grace as the flames burned purple and blue, silently.

"Find out what they are asking. They hold the truth in number, but alone, it is disguised."

This soothsayer knew his predictions well. He spoke through the burns, charring his gums and melting his teeth into the quiet white enamel liquid that dripped down his jaws. His blood was singed with infamy, the forever-ness of the moment, kept inside of his body as he fell to his knees in a final attempt.

And then there was one.

(Sorry about the spacing. Word was giving me difficulty.

Anyways, this dream was about a man I saw coated in flames, inside and out, the latter of a two-parter. I found out through deduction that this man, cloaked by combustion, was me. This is a very small part of a story called A Prismatic Shade, told in five parts, this being a fraction of one of those parts.)