Well, as I was working on the FFML Encyclopedia late 
last night I started seeing things. Anyway,to make the long
story short I fell asleep in front of the computer. Do you know
how hard it is to drool and still look cute ?
<sigh>
Anyway, when I woke up I saw this written up. It's definitely
weird. And since I haven't posted anything fictional to the FFML
for awhile, I decided to post it. I just messed with  grammar
a few times, other than that it's fine. And kids, please put the 
crackpipe away. 

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A small room in a house. Not much difference from the other   
parts of the house. The difference was it still had a light on.  

The overhead fan squeeked as it went round and round, threatening
to fall on the person below. 

'It's soooooo hot !' moaned the woman as she wiped the sweat away
from her face along with the shoulder length black hair. She was 
typing, typing,typing at her cute little keyboard. Klicket-clack went
the keyboard as fingers went ovr them. Klick.Klack.Klick.Klack.            

'Damn summer nights !' moaned the woman once again as Barry 
Manilow sang 'Mandy' on the small radio. She stopped typing and 
went to the fridge in the next room for a drink. No Coke. Gawd, no
coke. needcokeneedcokeneedcokeneedcoke. water. cool.water
cool. AAAAAAaaaaHHHHHHH

As the woman went back to her keyboard, she heard Manilow die
out and Eric Carmen singing. Singing love. Love is all that matters'
LoveisallthatmattersFaithfulandforever. hair swinging as she sang and
sang and sang Eric Carmen's piano.Piano. My uncle played the piano 
and he died.He died and he's under me right now waiting waiting for
you. 
         
She sat down once again as the piano,yes the piano,the beautiful
piano died. Pianos die too. She sat down and letters started to
move across the screen. She read and she read it slowly.

' O..ni...i..chan.....need.....help......fan....fic..writer...mes..sing...time..
line.....up.....puh.....lease.....come.......Set.....su......na.......chan.'

She shouted and shouted. Timeline trouble again. Fanfic writers again 
why I'll.........

She stood up and raised her hand. Pluto Planet Power Make Up. Light.
So many pretty colors...pretty.....colors. Fukus are really uncomfortable.
Flash of Light and the woman is gone. Fuku design by Coco Chanel.

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Now, I know I'm going insane, I'll go back to the FFML Encylopedia.                          
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' Writers are the torchbearers of civilization. We're set in a corner only we
can illuminate.Some of us are searchlights, able to cast a beam into the 
far reaches of the human soul.Some of us are candles , barely able to 
sustain a glow against the darkness. Nevertheless the words I write 
are important, because light is additive. Another's light  doesn't diminish
 my own. Our lights together make us stronger.'   
                   - (After much paraphrasing and reaaranging) Roger Martin  

' ... there's a hell
  of a universe next door ; let's go '
                                e.e. cummings ' Pity the Busy Beast Manunkind '

' How can a person live in a world where she can hear voices only she  
can hear and visions that only she can see ?' 
                                                         - (Paraphrasing) Shirley Jackson