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Yes its back, but not off necessity but out of random assortment of love and ornaments of pure joy and fullfillment. My previous journal was done nearly three years ago and man was it go. The white background and black letterings filled the white space with interesting and juicy subjects of caring and it even featured a guest appearance of regret and remorse for some of the cyber flings I contested to my peers- and yes it does still stand. I will deny it to the end of my days, I'm stuck in this room not for the sure luck fo being Sage Jayson Crimson, but for the fact that I'm actually Jayson BLEEP.

The room isn't all that bad, it has a blue ceiling with white flakes of clouds skimming the surface; the joyful sun presses it face out and tries to consistenly spew joy and radiance all over this world, but it does have its occasional on-the-rag moments. The amount of literature fills the room to the ceiling and the amount of good favor is replaced with mad notions of good feelings and the sadness is accented with a bit of regret and remorse But I really do want to pull back and say this room is wonderful. Spinning in its glory with the illusion of others coming and going as they so disirely please. They come and reach for attention and they do more than just ask for your attention. Guided words come out of their mouth and your dreams and aspiration comes to life with their lives. You capture the bad guys, you love the girl, you fight the good fight and realize there is not war, but a series of conflicts adding into one big pile. The words they say or incidents to something unreal yet real in its own since. The world you percieve is just an illusion of what you want to be true and how you want things to flow in the real world. It can't be helped when the life of many of the people you know is replaced with a onslaught of stupid people, but it is and it will continue to be that way. I only wish for the room to stop spinning when the blue sky is amber and orange. When the cool breeze from the darkness sweeps in and takes away the color of the world. i want to see the transformation. When I do that, I'll have a happy grin and face. Then I'll accept this room to be larger and call it a world. I will then call the ceiling a sky and the illusions people.