I'm taking it on the chin.

If you have been redirected to Closetspace due to Malanthyus spamming your forums, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I have nothing to do with his "riddle" and honestly wish he'd stop it, already, cause people are getting pissed at ME over it. If you wish to complain, as near as I can tell, his provider is QWEST, but unfortunately, I've not been able to find an abuse address.

I'm taking it on the chin.

If you have been redirected to Closetspace due to Malanthyus spamming your forums, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I have nothing to do with his "riddle" and honestly wish he'd stop it, already, cause people are getting pissed at ME over it. If you wish to complain, as near as I can tell, his provider is QWEST, but unfortunately, I've not been able to find an abuse address.

Don't tell me that a cybernetic Pope - living tissue over a metal endoskeleton = woudln't be pretty

This has been a really horrible day, folks. Really horrible all around and on hundreds of levels. I'm not even going to go in on all the levels of horror I've been involved.

I just ask for one thing - Pray for Mojo....

Don't tell me that a cybernetic Pope - living tissue over a metal endoskeleton = woudln't be pretty

This has been a really horrible day, folks. Really horrible all around and on hundreds of levels. I'm not even going to go in on all the levels of horror I've been involved.

I just ask for one thing - Pray for Mojo....

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Am I dreaming?
No.
Where am I?
In bed?
Well, what am I doing?
::laugh:: Talking to myself.
Look. I must have a star on my door...
Or better still.
The door...the door...the door...swingin doors, huh?
Okay, doors - swing.
Swing.
Swing.
Now I know I'm dreaming.
DreamingDreamingDreamingDreamingDreaming.
Huh...how do I get to sleep....
I'll count those bars on the window. One. Two. Three.
Sleep.
How do I get to sleep.
PLEASE let me SLEEP.
Poetry...that'll work.
"Come, sweet slumber, and shroud me in thy purple cloak...."
Huh...doesn't even rhyme.
Does that mean my tea's made?
I can't stand tea.
Tea.
::sigh:: Happy Harry's High Club.
How am I gonna get to sleep?

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Am I dreaming?
No.
Where am I?
In bed?
Well, what am I doing?
::laugh:: Talking to myself.
Look. I must have a star on my door...
Or better still.
The door...the door...the door...swingin doors, huh?
Okay, doors - swing.
Swing.
Swing.
Now I know I'm dreaming.
DreamingDreamingDreamingDreamingDreaming.
Huh...how do I get to sleep....
I'll count those bars on the window. One. Two. Three.
Sleep.
How do I get to sleep.
PLEASE let me SLEEP.
Poetry...that'll work.
"Come, sweet slumber, and shroud me in thy purple cloak...."
Huh...doesn't even rhyme.
Does that mean my tea's made?
I can't stand tea.
Tea.
::sigh:: Happy Harry's High Club.
How am I gonna get to sleep?

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Another bad dream, but hopefully a better day ahead of me. I need to get to work on all the new comic projects...

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Another bad dream, but hopefully a better day ahead of me. I need to get to work on all the new comic projects...