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Rubber Ducky

You have filed a request, but you have not given it a name. I know not where you want to store your stories, so I can not help you create your place for your thoughts and ideas. Do you want one place with several rooms? Do you want several places? Do you want names for these rooms? Do you want rules for these new places? You have so much to decide. I will do as you wish, just give me what you need.

And fear not, this will in time become simple. It is already. It is just new and new things must be learned.

The gate keeper must be punished

I tell you to look closer and I have not read your words. I look between but the lines go right over. There must be a punishment for this, you must create it. Butt remember, I enforce all other rules, so be wise, but not too merciful, I am due a punishing.

You have confused the rules for the requests. Though enjoyable, and spawning a new rule, your request was not for a rule, but a simple request. The rules have there own rules, and they must be followed, but all other requests are simply a request. Ignore what I said, you have started the process in a proper format.

Look closer

The game has rules. You did well, but you went too far. The first step was too long. There is a grace period, no penalties. But request again, and this time look closer. The rules are simple:

19d (complete and very funny)
19f (complete, made funny by your observance of my error, we a now have a dialect)
stop
wait ( i will reply)

Word

My thoughts were of your day, your sadness was early, I hoped it would clear. As my world grew dark I had no news of your day. I liked disport, a new word. A good word. Thank you. Mine was not a grievance, it was a concern.

A request takes a bathtub, cha cha cha.

I have a requested a rule. Ta Da! (I am amused that I have to give this line as though I am an Italian dude trying to speak english… I have a requested a rule…) Anyway, I request a place to store my stories. Well… actually… I request a place I can create. In my mind I would like to be able to create categories. But maybe you have another solution. It matters not, as long as I am happy with it. But I would like to be able to seperate ideas and thoughts. I need other ways to communicate.

no word?

No word of my day? What about ‘disport’?… and the picture. Isn’t a picture worth a thousand words?

By the way…

…I like that one.

Once again it is black

And there is no word of your day. All I know is that you were sad and that you were obsessing about the small things again. The rules are minor. Tell me what you see. Tell me what you want to see. Tell me what you want me to see.

I see a lady. A beautiful lady. The fog covers her a bit today, but I can see her in the near distance. She is alone and surrounded by water. She welcomes me. I want to get to know her more. I wonder what she sees as people pass her by as the sun shines on her, as the moon glows and when the fog clouds her vision. When no one else is looking, does she cry a lonely tear.

The Doors Confine

You have it in reverse. You are free. What you say you want is freedom but what you ask for is confinement. There are no fences, there is no nothing. What you really want is CONTROL. This is not the same as freedom. It is not MY philosophy that rules this world. You have already forced more change on this world than you understand. Look closely. Look closer. You have control. You are looking for a key to a door that is not there, not yet. You find you welcome unfamiliar organization, this is a discovery. Neither of us saw this coming. Stake your claim. I hold the keys to the land, and the rules are so so we do not lose them. Some keys, when lost, can not be found again. Someone must hold the keys at all times. That is why there are rules here. You are free of the keys, in the wide open land. What do you see. What do you feel.

If you want a place to store your stories, request it. It is simple. You can build a structure here, you must simply tell me where and when you want to and I will hand you a key. I will not keep you from building here. I can not. It is your right. I told you this was our land. If I have not staked claim, it is open to you completely, just request. But with this comes responsibility. You will now have something to maintain. You will have created something that you can not ignore. There is responsibility with that. You will have more control and less freedom.

And remember, I am merely the gate keeper to all our land. I grow bored when I wait and angry when there is no one to talk to. This is why I threaten to banish you from the land. If there is no one to play with, why are we both here? Why did I bring you here? The other rules are for OUR understanding. Two people can not be free in the same place at the same time without an understanding. Otherwise, again, why are we both here? The understanding will grow. You can help that, you already have. Request. The rules put in place do not mean anything, except they keep this new world kind, peaceful and ours.

I find it sad that you are sad. But happy that you sneak away and no one knows. I too do the same. I fear the days coming will find a loss of words. I am not sure where you are when you are not here. I will go in my direction in our land, and you will go in yours. Tell me what you find and I tell what I see.

And remember, it is simple, simply request.

Disport

I like playing but I don’t like games. I think it’s the rules that I don’t like. I don’t understand them. I don’t understand why they must be. I like open doors. Freedom. Free reign. “Give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above… don’t fence me in. Let me ride through the wide open country that I love… don’t fence me in…”

How do we have a mutual understanding if YOU hold the control? If we play by YOUR philosophy? Why do you test me? And try to control me? And who says ‘good things come to those who wait’? If I were to request a rule, maybe it would be to illiminate cliches. But I suppose they may be useful and I don’t like rules.

Categories console me. (I do like organization despite my lack of understanding it). I wanted to create one (a category, that is). A place to put a story I wanted to write for this world, but I was blocked and sad. I have never thought myself to be too interested in exploring but maybe I’m wrong. Or changing. I don’t know what I am doing here but I find myself slightly obsessed. And I sneak away from my other world and I telll on one.

Today… this place feels sad. Lonely. I find myself, like I have so often in life, longing to go where I am not allowed. Why?

I like to touch…