wow this might be a record (heheh) so much typed but so little thought thats just me, well belive it or not i have come to the realization that i probablly will never write a story like the one i was entending, it seems that the path to that particular mental well is blocked from me, though i do hope to keep reading the works that others manage to bring up from that sealed of spring. but they say when one door closes another one opens, and at the very least you can ding dong ditch just to see if you can get a rise out of the occupants, what this poor meathphor covers is the fact that i am once aginan cotumplating writing somthing, thoigh like previous endevors in the field i have my doubts on how it will turn out, but who knows maybe i will finally hit my stride, or just layout another 18 pages of meaningless bile, either way it better then rotting your mind by watching seven hours of spongebob a day... i think, well whatever hopefully this time it pans out .