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I live in Osaka, Japan and often use the subway to go to work in the morning. One day while I was waiting for the train, I noticed a homeless man standing in the corner of the subway station muttering to himself as people passed by. He was holding out a cup and seemed to be begging for spare change.

An overweight woman passed by the homeless man and I distinctly heard him say, “Pig.”

Wow, this man is insulting people and he still expects them to give him money?

Then a tall businessman went by and the man muttered, “Human.”

Human? I can’t argue with that. Obviously, he was human.

The next day, I arrived early at the subway station and had some time to kill, so I decided to stand close to the homeless man and listen to his strange mutterings. A thin, haggard-looking man passed in front of him and I heard the homeless guy mutter, “Cow.” Cow? The man was much too skinny to be a cow. To me, he resembled a turkey or a chicken. A minute or so later, an obese man went by and the homeless man said, “Potato.” Potato? I was under the impression that he called all fat people “Pig”.

That day at work, I couldn’t stop thinking about the homeless man and his puzzling behavior. I kept trying to find some logic or pattern in what he as muttering. Perhaps he has some kind of psychic ability. In Japan many people believe in reincarnation, so maybe he knows what these people were during a previous life. I observed the man many times and began to think my theory was right. I often heard him calling people things like “Rabbit”, “Onion”, “Sheep”, or “Tomato”.

One day, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to ask him what was going on. As I walked up to him, he looked at me and said, “Bread.” I tossed some money into his cup and asked him if he had some kind of psychic ability. The man smiled and said, “Yes, indeed. It is an ability I obtained many years ago, but it’s not what you might expect. I can’t tell the future or read minds or anything like that.”

“Then what is your ability?” I asked eagerly.

“The ability is merely to know the last thing somebody ate,” he said.

I laughed because I realized he was right. He said, “Bread.” The last thing I had eaten for breakfast that day was toast. I walked away shaking my head. Of all the psychic abilities someone could have, that one must be the most useless.



..holy fucking shit, you guys. I’m not the only one with this useless super power. This story.. really means so much to me. I knew right where it was going from the start.

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If you’ve never received a note from me, this is the kind of classy magick you’ve been missing out on. I used to love writing to my maties.. shame the cost of postage keeps rising. Still, I’m open to new pen pals!

Due to a nudge from a #4 hopeful, I’ll give you kids a few hints. First, I can never have anything I want, so if you’re within my reach, you’re not it. Second, I’ll have to arrange for a lineup of all the Megaman and Homestuck cosplayers.. if you aren’t standing for that, you are not her/him/it. Third.. if you’ve seen me nekkid, that doesn’t mean anything, but if I’ve ever drawn naughty things for you, that’s because I was thinking of you while I was thinking of naughty things.

Organizing some papers. I keep finding old sketches mixed in with my chinchilla and lizard permits. Ghosteye is The Original Cyn, and keeps getting reincarnated through completely unrelated characters and fandoms. I miss drawing and actually enjoying it..

Hugeass scary fuckin’ mangled up claw hands are kinda my thing. In case ya hadn’t noticed. Somehow. The more a hand resembles a hermit crab, the more likely it is that I’m the one who drew it.

..happy September? Damn. Seems like just this week was the start of August. Seems like it’s only been a few days. Seems I’ve lost another month to nothingness and deepest regrets.

Oh well. I’m packing, and thinking, and getting rid of useless things. I’ll hate myself forever if I’m not out of here by January. I’m so sick of headaches and rage.. I just want a little bit of freedom..

Oh nooo.. I just realized that today is a holiday. Bet’s going to be home. Uuuurrghgh.. I’m loaded for bear, ready to *destroy* with my words, but I have to keep holding it all in a while longer yet. I think I hit my threshold limit for melatonin, too. It no longer has any effect on me, so I will have to take a few weeks away from it. I will not be getting any sleep for a while..

Hey lady! I am overdue for a change of scenery, yes. I hope to be visiting my family, and hopefully some friends, before long.

*Salutes her Sagittarisis* I shall always heed your warnings, my friend.

thevarekai asked:

When did you want to get out of there?

Six years ago.


I’m going to try very hard to last another two weeks so we can all still go to my other friend’s wedding. ..I regret so strongly allowing myself to include them; I know I could’ve found an alternative.. kicking myself for trying to give them a day of fun.. In the meantime, my sole focus will be on condensing my life and making whatever money I can in the process. When I feel like I can just.. bolt.. I’ll get a hold of you, my friend. Count on it.


Maybe.. I don’t know, I don’t want to get too far ahead of myself. But.. maybe, one of these days when the old bat is out, maybe we could teleport some of my bulkier stuff to your forge. Stuff they wouldn’t notice, and they wouldn’t suspect anything was amiss. Mainly, I want to get my stuff and my critters out without alerting them to my moves. That way, I can just tell M he’s got to clear out of my old room, we won’t have to share van space during that awkward transition.. I don’t know, I have serious doubts I’ll ever get out of here. It all seems like a dream that cannot be.

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