Nov. 30th, 2011

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[ There is a bench. Cloud has an easel. People are walking by. Perfect. His horoscope informed him that it would be best to pursue a career in being a SAD CLOWN PAINTER. He simply can no longer deny his calling. Watching the people pass by, he's stuck by the inspiration to paint clown after clown.

They're really bad clowns. He can't seem to do it correctly. No clown ever turns out right. His sorrow is poured into the canvas, but still, it's a pale imitation of the real thing.

It's hard being an artist. It's hard and no one understands.

And at some point during all of this madness, he will be hugging people in labcoats. The horoscope, godly being that it is, reminded him that he is compelled to HUG HIS PHARMACIST. He has no idea who that is. So the only solution is to hug everyone who looks like they could be one. And Aerith too, of course.

And finally, finally, near the end of the week he will feel compelled to stop acting like himself and act like someone else! He just hasn't quite settled on who yet. ]

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