Dear TeamLiquid,

I wonder what it’s like seeing through your eyes.
You offered me to have a try, but I was always late.
The filters that I use give me an an excuse.
They take away what’s real, I feel it and it blows my fuse.

I hang around for another round.
I’m hanging around for another round.
I’m hanging on to the same old song.
I hang around for another round, until something stops me.

I wonder what it’s like walking by your side.
To think before I talk and to move at the same speed as you walk.
I want to have a weight to keep me in your state.
I’m watching from above, I love it but it’s not for me.

I hang around for another round.
I’m hanging around for another round.
I’m hanging on to the same old song.
I hang around for another round, until something stops me.

Love,
mitsy

Hanging Around (The Cardigans)

The crisis for Stimey

"Stimey, Stimey, why are you persecuting me?"
"Who are you, sir?" he asked.
"I am Teamliquid whom you are persecuting," was the reply. "But now stand up and go into the city and there you will be told what you must do."