ENIGMA

           i wanna get this dweeb rolling.

    “did you say  corduroy?” how many names could he possibly come      to of known? such a question isn’t significant, or so it wasn’t ford, as      he had no care to recall. but the  names themselves he would. among     years, and among dimensions, they came to pile quite  a bit, but not like      a jumbled mess of labels and words on paper. more like certain sections      of mind, each one holding some sort of significance.          her name,  last name specifically. with it given, and memory that came      with it, a slight smile grew. “interesting! you must be related to dan, than?”

    “though this one intergalactic, it’s just the same. it seems.     which is how i managed to get the proelctrite,” ah, maybe     it would be a bit surprising, from someone who wouldn’t     seem to know a few KNACKS of pawn shops. but that     very much the case! after all...  he had experience first     hand..          pull a few strings, here and there, and just the result     wanted falls into place. thus there in his possession, a     thermos full of material powerful enough to give power to     one whole planet. usually, such such material wouldn’t be     found in such a place. or at least, on display but he managed     to remove that curtain, now didn’t he? “BUT REMEMBER.     we are splitting it, rick.”

     “there is that chance! there is  always that chance! as much      as you would like to think otherwise, your weakness  may be      discovered... and if that happens,  this will all end!” though      from neck down, his body remained unable to move from it’s      very stance due to the  solid gold, he will NOT remain  SILENT.      instead,  he will ROAR.

     “for interrupting.. but did you just happen to  indicate      that you are a  GEM?” in his voice, is fairly obvious      recognition, among his  question of assurance.           “what  exactly did you mean by that?”

     “there are  a few details i MAY of refrained from mentioning.      however i did at least say, i’ve made quite a few  powerful      enemies over time.”

          JOURNAL. last night’s episode took me past the point of a roller coaster... my son may be sealed in gold, but dammit he better make it out indeed... ah, but to the point here; LIKE FOR A STARTER!

          why must you encourage me to make a blog for this squishy dweeb

          JOURNAL. i am also very proud of this man. fuck. no matter the odds, he fights. instead of asking to be saved, he tells others to flee. instead of taking the offer of what could have him remain untouched, he stands his ground. damn... stanford really is an extraordinary man.