so its 2

2 in the mourning rolls by as im cashing gold and practicing playing with the economy. sleep is slowly tugging at me liek the girl pulling the boy to the dancefloor, still thinking of her and what it would feel to dance wiht her, prob like dancing on a cloud and never going down, but hell we will see where my mind ends up. 80 tomorow looking forward to sweat and change colors like a chameleon.