And I'll never die, tumbleweeds!

Even if I did, death couldn't stop me.

Hello, tumbleweeds, I'm back on the airwaves! The terminal is nice and lit, and the fire's not dead yet!

We don't get much snow here in the wastes, but I can tell there's snow somewhere given the wind chill.

So get ready for more updates on the exciting adventures in the little story I like to call "Snow"!

Party Poison, signing ON.

So, I haven't been pumping out anything on my terminal lately.

Just letting all you honorary killjoys know that I plan to get the good stuff out and rolling for all your crash queens.

A Vigil, On Birds and Glass.

I woke up this morning still dreaming, or not fully aware of myself just yet. The sun poked through the windows, touching my face, and then a deep sadness overcame me, immediately, bringing me to life and realization- My Chemical Romance had ended.
I walked downstairs to do the only thing I could think of to regain composure-
I made coffee.

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Damn it, Tumbleweeds.

We'll never know what the killjoys were going to become.

They really did become

You tumbleweeds thought I'd let myself get ghosted out here? Fuck that!
I'm going to be writing extra hard for all you faithful killjoys out there!

He's been ghosted quite a long time, tumbleweeds. It's getting me down. I miss that crazy wasteland warrior. He was one of the best god damn honorary Killjoys out there.

Here's to hoping he didn't run into a clap with the exterminators out there, and that he was able to take down a few better living freaks while he was at it.

Better Living tried to blot me out, but I'm back, tumbleweeds!

Hell yeah!