Welcome to my endless enigma of pointless verbal ironies and useless information revolving around the existence of me, Itsu. Yes, I welcome you to Infinity. If you're scared, you needn't worry, I won't bite unless provoked otherwise...usually. Now enjoy your slow downward spiral toward the very core of my innermost being, well the psychotic section anyway.

Have fun.

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[Happy endings don't exist because the world keeps turning--
but you don't have to have an ending--
to be happy.]

[~We are all a little weird and
Life’s a little weird,
And when we find someone whose
Weirdness is compatible with ours,
We join up with them and fall in
Mutual weirdness and call it Love~
~Dr. Seuss~]

once upon a time...

Ok, last night I was hunting around for some things (forever!) and then came back here to do a check on some stuff. While I was here though, I wanted to change my comment/pm font and style. So of course I needed to post something to test the set up, because you just can't trust that what you choose is going to be exactly what you get. Anyway, to do this I started making up a little story, just to have something longer than a few words. And the little stupid story evolved into a little bit longer stupid story and since i'm just so awesome to you all, I have decided to show it! So here it is.

Once upon a Time.

Once upon a time there was a gentle village that was known for its lovely lands and treasured crops. Once upon the same time there was a very large potato that wondered aimlessly in hopes of finding his true purpose, which the great water spirit predicted he would meet. And but of course, as the legends go, potatoes can be very impatient just as humans are often too prideful. Now as the potato traveled he happened to come to a serene little oasis in the west’s lush forests and valleys as the sun reached its zenith. When the inhabitants of the small town saw the creature they drew looks of disgust and sneered at the ugly thing; all of them thinking he could easily try to poison what they had worked so hard for. Such is the curse of the nightshade clan. This being true, they immediately tossed him from the peaceful gardens and banished the robust vegetable forever, hoping to never have it tarnish their homes good name again. The poor potato only watched on sadly as he continued with his endless mission to discover his destiny. And so the lonely spud wondered. He traversed many distances, going east, north, and south, but alas could not find that which he sought. Aching and slipping inside his own tough skin, the heart broken and exiled being looked to the sky and prayed that the spirit would help him. The small oracle heard her dear friend mourn his failure, although she could do nothing and there was nothing that could be done. So she watched the sky and trusted the fates to the times. Deep within the vast grasslands in the western paradise, the fulsome villagers wiped their sweat drenched brows and found they were sad. Each with their own thoughts at heart our fabled friends looked to the future. On a particularly nice yet breezy day, the abandoned and tired tuber laid its head upon some sweet grass tufts beneath a large willow tree and moaned out his sorrows. So loud were his troubles that the humans, who once hated him, heard his grief and called for him. But the lowly vegetable had slipped into sleep, with the placid seer beside him, although he did not know it. When the villagers finally discovered the outcast, he was gone from the world and his heart mashed to pieces. The people of the sacred west cried over the tuber, asking his departed self to forgiven their folly. But he never did come. For three generations he did not appear and for three generations the once proud town passed its most shameful story onto its descendants. Slowly but surely the children to the past continued their ancestors legacy. On the 10th day of harvest, while the earth spun to meet the sun at its highest, the forlorn potato appeared in the grasses. He smiled warmly and whispered his secret, telling us the truth behind their journeys and of his meeting with fate. Each story had had its purpose and both legends were entwined. See the poor, forsaken vegetable of the nightshade tribe was meant to die, was foretold to travel incessantly without his intent being met, and was ordained to change the once arrogant lives of the villagers forever. Because once upon a time never happened to just one person, but to a potato.

The End.

Now wasn't that a great bedtime tale!! Well, it's very dumb and short...however it's funny^-^ At least I think so. Perhaps because I remember what it used to be. Hehe! Actually it ended up having a nice-ish ending when in the beginning he was just banished, then wondered, then died^-^ HAHAHAHA! I'm so evil:P Oh adn did you catch my joke?? I said his heart was mashed to pieces, and he's a potatoe...get it?! I thought it was funny.

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