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Oct 2016
Going through a town that is not my own, fighting against strange monsters and inter-dimensional demons that can turn people to stone. A places full of mysteries, trying to decipher this places history, no time to get all jittery. People are not what they seem, who to trust, who do we allow on our team? Journals and zodiac circles, did the weirdness bring forth these nocturnal spiritual hurdles? Brought here not by choice, just kids with a ploy for adults to hear their voices. There's Dipper, the adventurous curious kind, who wants answers so bad, he makes a deal which leaves him unable to control his body and mind. Then you have Mabel, a sporadic sort with a big heart, who likes art and going with the girls to a boy band concert. Together they're known as the pines twins, who discover crazy and unexplainable things.

Who knew just another boring trip would turn into this, and bring all these interesting relationships? You got Soos, Wendy, Grunkle Stan, Gideon, and later Grunkle Ford, who each hold their own cards. There is a lot to do here, unlike the sign coming into town that says there is nothing to see here. You got shape shifters, Bill Cypher's, Zombies, Gnomes, without the journals it would've been hard walking in against the unknown. Is life really just a hologram, just an illusion, are we just pawns for the universe's amusement? Well wubba lubba dub dub, grab a glass and join the club and while you're at it you can help yourself to some grub. I don't know what the future holds, but I refuse to fold, and waste my time fighting over gold. What sights can I next explore, live for the moment by letting it loose on the dance floor.

Not going to hold any more grudges, not going to let the past keep me on crutches, it's just a part of life to take a couple punches. Why can't we do science and also have some mindless wacky fun, we got to make the most of this run. Nobody exists on purpose, you just have to look beyond the surface, stay determined and keep your eye on target. Nobody belongs anywhere but everywhere, you don't have to prove yourself by killing some multi-bear. Everyone is going to die one day, you have a choice for how you want your life to be portrayed. Come on down and watch some ducktective on TV with me, let's explore the sea on the Stan-o-war 2, because you're never too old; even if you're a retiree.
Classy J
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Classy J  27/M/Medicine Hat
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