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I had a few ideas dump into my head today.  Why can't this ever happen during the weekend?  Weekend: "I could write." crickets chirp.  Weekdays with deadlines: "I have GOT to finish these questi-." "OMG!!! WHAT IF---?!  And then--- OH!  THEY CONNECT!  Get that dialogue down before you forget it and write something stupid and wooden!" And then I got stressed.  Dr Nannen's Rx for stress: do that thing that you like.  Sure, yes, it's just doodling, you'll be right as rain real fast. :[ Dad was right.  You never really become an adult.  At least I don't.  :{ So, first off, I got this entire little dynamic with 3 baby-sitters/body guards, and one in particular had a very clear look in my head.  I got the gist of it down, I can't... weird 90's colors on a polyester jacket are kinda random and I can't hold that clear enough.  I bet I'm just remembering some stereotype side character I've seen before.  I'll worry

"We should be... spilling light... from above!" goddess "Save yourself!  Don't leave me here!" demon :)  "Sure.  I'll ...stay with you." goddess          zz zzZZZ zzz "Every time..." demon   And to love, again and again;  To have people to whom we are deeply attached         go to sleep and never wake up. ...Of all your efforts, and all your achievements,  and all your attainments turning into dust:  what is the feeling?   What happens to you? I keep swinging my hand through a swarm of bees Cuz I want honey on my table. [I do what I want, I do what I please! I'll do it again 'till I've got what I need!] But I never get it right....   "No, I never get it right! "  (The intro of this song is actually directly associated with the picture.) *touch* "...Is this for me?" Always knew a missing piece Was waiting in the dark. Like a qu