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Written By Ford

Feb. 13, 2017, 5:06 p.m.(12/2/1005 AR)

I see that many journals are used as a forum for social commentary, or to vaguely talk about problems that those involved will understand but then leave everyone else in the dark.

I will not do that.

A.) Because I don't care enough to do so.
B.) No one is really that interested in the inner workings of my mind. Perhaps a select few.

So with that in mind. I will turn my pen towards a different journal. My white journal will now be comprised of Erotic fiction.

Entirely.

Written By Ford

Feb. 13, 2017, 12:18 a.m.(12/1/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Samantha

Great dancer, and even better company.

I look forward to seeing more and talking with the Marquessa at length.

Written By Ford

Feb. 13, 2017, 12:17 a.m.(12/1/1005 AR)

It's good to know that my Oathlands schooling didn't entirely go to waste.

I can dance like no body's business. Take that stereotypes.

Written By Ford

Feb. 11, 2017, 4:33 p.m.(11/26/1005 AR)

My mind probably looks like a compass. Points and tracks in all directions.

Builders.
Shipping.
Ledgers.
Numbers.
Charity.



And jesses...

Written By Ford

Jan. 31, 2017, 1:04 a.m.(10/21/1005 AR)

I built the Breezeway with the intention of getting traffic. It was designed to encourage walk ins. But I never expected the amount of traffic it is getting. I love it.

Everyone should stop in for a drink and a laze about.

Written By Ford

Jan. 26, 2017, 7:19 p.m.(10/8/1005 AR)

Being busy, is one of the single most rewarding feelings one can achieve.

Sure, I'll admit, lazing about is pretty great. But nothing really feels like busting your ass all day and having things pay off because of it.

Written By Ford

Jan. 18, 2017, 2:10 a.m.(9/10/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Orazio

Seems to be one of the only men in this city to have an actual head on their shoulders.

Written By Ford

Jan. 17, 2017, 6:50 p.m.(9/9/1005 AR)

OH! -AND- How could I forget?

A religious figurehead excommunicating everyone involved in, as I understand it, a farce of a decision.

Save for one.

Suspect much? Me thinks so.

Written By Ford

Jan. 17, 2017, 6:43 p.m.(9/9/1005 AR)

Silent monsters encroaching upon our walls.

Demons around every which corner.

Young Lords vanishing into thin fucking air.

And elves with a wonderful sense of hat styling.


Welcome to fucking Arx, Ford Kennex.

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