Idea are zipping around my head like fireflies, waiting to be captured and studied. I have so much going on right now, while simultaneously nothing. Ah, such laborous rest, such agonizing decadence. I feel like writing and singing and drawing. Already I've done some art for Erin, and she has some fairly good ideas. I've rekindled her love of tektek and avatar design, and I know for a fact that seeing your ideas come to life is a fantastic feeling. Mm, childlike joy, fresh and beautiful. I'd devour it, were it physical. Now freed from moral bonds and a certain vampire of the lowest rank I no longer have to hold in my most cruel and sadistic nature. God, I can't wait until Hallow's Eve, when I'll be free to roam the night, untethered and unrestricted. If only I were a true immortal, how wonderful a life that would be, to taste the lady night like a wine, drink it up and drown in it, never even trying to swim.

Oh me, oh my. I think I'm going to lose control. Just thinking about running amok wearing colors of joy, oh sweet merciful Crow.

Anyway, it's back to the drawing board. To the ATO I say good day, and to my enemies I say perish well.

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You would not believe your eyes,
If ten million fireflies.
Lit up the world as I fell asleep.
'Cause they fill the open air,
And leave teardrops everywhere.
You think me rude,
But I would just stand and stare.

I'd like to make myself believe,
That Planet Earth turns slowly.
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep,
'Cause everything is never as it seems.

'Cause I get a thousand hugs,
From ten thousand lightning bugs.
As they try to teach me how to dance,
A foxtrot above my head,
A sockhop beneath my bed.
The disco ball is just hanging by a thread (thread, thread).

I'd like to make myself believe,
That Planet Earth turns slowly.
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep,
'Cause everything is never as it seems. Leave my door open just a crack (please take me away from here),
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac (please take me away from here).
Why do I tire of counting sheep? (please take me away from here)
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep.

To ten million fireflies,
I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes.
I got misty eyes as they said farewell (said farewell),
But I know where several are.
If my dreams get real bizarre,
'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar.

I'd like to make myself believe,
That Planet Earth turns slowly.
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep,
'Cause everything is never as it seems (when I fall asleep).

I'd like to make myself believe,
That Planet Earth turns slowly.
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep,
'Cause everything is never as it seems (when I fall asleep).

I'd like to make myself believe,
That Planet Earth turns slowly.
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep,
Because my dreams are bursting at the seams.