Vigil StarGazer

DragonQueen was very much surprise as A Dark Mysterious Figure appears inside inside the cozy black gypsie style tent as thought he has always been there. There was no hint of his enterance except for the rustling of the tent's flaps and the faint settling of his robes. The dark mysterious figure proceed to occupy the now empty seat. A pale skeletal hand slowly stretched out from the robe sleeves and drop 15 geld in the jar, the clinging of the geld echoed in the silent and supenseful atmosphere. "One for Love, One for Career, and One for Creativity" said a voice from within the omnious hood.

I'm going places that I don't even know I'm lost but it doesn't show All my life I've been driven but I know not where I go. but my hand is not on the steering wheel I don't know if my life was even real Everything I had was given. I don't even know what to feel. I got no goal, so I got nowhere to go I got no drive, so others took me for a ride I'm obnixous, I'm insane; I got no wants and that makes me a saint. I'm dry, I don't even try and all I want is drive.

In the mirror, I saw a stranger. A face I did not recognize, Staring right back at me. His shirt fits him like a tent to hide his hollowness behind the fancy exterior resides the naive emptiness Why did he smile like he's hurting? Why did he live life like he's pretending? his eyes shines a dying light he'd seen too much, but in his open posture he'd learned nothing at all. He gazes back to me an expression unread shows self same prejustice. This is me I see

Three Works To Select: Sculpture of "She Who Used to Be the Beautiful Heaulmiêre." by Rodin ".... Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be. But a great artist-a master-and that is what Auguste Rodin was can look at an old woman, portray her exactly as she is . . . and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be . . . and more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo, or even you, see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply prisoned inside her ruined body. He can make you feel the quiet, endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her heart . . . no matter what the merciless hours have done to her. Look at her, Ben. Growing old doesn't matter to you and me; we were never meant to be admired-but it does to them. Look at her!" (Quote from "Strange in a Straneg Land") The Night Watch by Rembrandt Van Rijn There's a Tale that Rembrandt sold his soul to the devil in order to have the ability to paint the inner beauty that manifest in human nature. So Rembrandt paints and painted one glorious painting after another, each face he paint radinates with innocent and pureness like cherobriums even in the most ordinary dealings of life. When Rembrandt died the devil came to claim his soul but the angels cried out to God and said "Mercy Lord, had not Rembrandt not redeemed himself by the works of his hands? Look at his arts!" So God gather Rembrandt his soul and lifted up to heaven while the demons cursed... (no so correctly quoted from one of Anne Rice's vampire chronicle books) I'll recommend some Chinese Water Ink painting go to with it too... But you'll have to research for that... lates

The definition of balance is that we are indeed limited. For everything you do you lost the opportunity to do something else. In the world of only 24 hours a day we can choose to do whatever we want in those 24 hours, but we only got 24 hours to do the things we want to do. You can sacrifice sleep to catch up on studies, but then you'll have a less wakeful mind next morning. You could have studied the exams days ago but you choose to stack off instead. These are all choices and possibilies that is possible. Hense a chessmaster cannot also be an expert fencer, of if he's both then he's sacrificing another aspect of his time to achieve both objectives. This is only one aspect of the true meaning of balance. The other aspect is portential. First we will have to accept that we are all born different, just like everyone else. Therefore we are offered different but equal choices. Second not all attributes are good or bad, they are just avenues to lead us to our choices to see what we can learn. It could be said that the world is fair because a beautiful person cannot be smart and vice versa. It is partically correct because beautiful person are naturally advantaged so they won't have to deal with some situations. A beautiful person had an easy stroll to go up the pyrmiad of society but the person who used her brain muscles to crawl her way will have a stronger will and intelligence. A person could also be born both smart and beautiful, but she will lack the experence of being rejected, hated, shunned, the capacity of feel lost and pain. She will have to carry the burden of being both smart and beautiful which makes her impassionate at times and might be uncaring, or naive and end up being used. Another example is about a person who has every advantage possible, then how is she able to find a suitable mate? Ever choice is a bad one, she could make no friends cuz no one would understand her. Everything then is about the experience and the wisdom we derived from. Your experience which comes from the attribute and the choise you have made is the definition of who you are. A person who's ugly and stupid would also face the same problem, but she gained from her experience of being hated, dejected, from doing stupid things. She would feel and gain and put her experience in use in the end, and who's to say who's really better off? ... and then there's purpose. Everyone has a purpose. Yes! Everyone has a purpose because this is humanity. It's a web with degrees of connection in which we are all connected to a network of relations called society. From the very beginning we have parents, sibilings, and relatives and they are also connected to someone else. We are brother, sister, child, parents, friends, enemies, stranger, lover, whatever. When you grow older you make friends, enemies, lovers, and they are also a part of the web of relations called society. Now your purpose then is your definition of existance. Even if you are a bum on a street or someone who still lives in his parents in the basement you are still that person, and that is your role. It is important? Your parents in turn feed you so they still need to buy extra food and consume extra products which means more money for Walmart, in another perspective if you don't exist then they would have been able to save up to go to a cruise so they money would end up in StarLine Cruise Inc instead of Walmart, or inheritted by your consin or your siblings. You are important because you affect the flow, you are insignificant because you are also a part of the flow. You can will yourself to cause more of a ripple in the web of society by having more connections. You could have a lot of friends so you can affect them all emotionally and carry them through hard times, or you could be related to a million people by being a CEO in a million person company and thus every decision affects those ppl who the company works for. Aardvark brought up a good point about false sense of worthlessness. If you still follow what I said and accept the argument from my perspecting then seeking perfection is an impossible question, because there is no perfection. Every strenght have a weakness, every action leaves you with the possible of another action undone. Knowing yourself is important because you realized your position in the web of connection called soceity. The thing you have to keep in mind is that you are moving to a place you want. If you are sastified with the pros and cons you have then you should be happy; If you are sastified with your place in society then you shall have no other wants. If you move you will have to sacrifice something else. Hense it is funny about humanity. They move and move and run about in life, not knowing what they want. They will see a room of different kinds treasures and tried to grab as much as they can, as soon as they grab something else they will not realized another piece of treasure had slipped from their grasp, or if they notice they will try to grab it back and drop another thing. They will continue to seek like a drowing many grabbing the thin air to prevent them from sinking. Only when they realized they had not ended up where they want to be they are too tired to move to another place and stayed in the rut they ended up in. Then then realized they should have spend more efforts in school instead of slacking off, then start opening a business in university and retired by the age of 30. They will not realized the things they've lost if they had followed the path and then hoped for a second chance. Their second chance in life is their children, because they are the hopes of the future... their future. :wizzie: (Hope it helps Appy, my condulgence to you.) What I've learned from Shaman King... If you strike, then you will be struck back. Do not defeat the enemy; defeat the thought of defeating your enemy. There is no good or evil, only will. Survival of the Fittest. The most important thing is heart.

Serial Experiment Lain Not only it's origional, it's very deep and refreshing. For a while I thought the series will spiral to a super hero type girl guarding the world of web space from the evils of "Order of Eastern Calcalus" but no... it goes much deeper and complex then that... right into existancialism. IT's even a bit of self sacrifice in the end... sacrificing her existance by erasing herself from everyone's memory. I feel Lain's lonliness from her understand and knowledge she gained in the internet, even if she's schophrenic at time. In short... I luv you Lain =) Neo-genisis Evangelion Another series that touches a bit on existanclism, especially the struggle of the main character shinou as he trid to find the purpose besides being his father's pawn in driving a giant robot. The origional ending was a bit abrupt but it could be considered as an ending consider in the end everyone appauled him for his self-discovery. Perhapse what's 'good' about the series is the shock effect as most high tech machinery, including the eva units and the central processing unit for the station is actually made out of... Gundam SeeD Sure everyone says that all Gundam SeeD is the same story and it might as well be. However I still think Gumdam SeeD is a pretty good anime. Okay the plot developement is slow and sucks. The main character seems so fragile and weak in the beginning, and there's too many useless epsoides and somethings are just unnecessary. Still as a whole it's good... The art is nifty and there are many fresh concepts in this anime like different theme songs throughout the series and the fact that the gundams are not really ultimate weapons power ups. Hikaru No Go This anime is not for those who liked hack and slash, but for those who love character developement and intellectual thinking then Hikaru No Go is an anime for you. The characters in the series is as rich and intellectual as the Game itself. Sai is also very comical and even lovable, but i'm sorta disappointed by the ending because Hikaru never really fulfilled his destiny yet. Sure he's a powerful Go player by his own right but he hasn't claimed any titles yet not did he battle Akari's father in Go again...

Reminds of a beautiful painting I've seen in a museum when i was at school in a field trip. The poem is board and open like nature... or a national park

Interesting personalization for Death. Very well done.

Previously on Magic the Gathering (The Phryerxian Revelation) … … Outnumbered by the minions of Yawgmoth, the ‘Wandering’ was forced to crash-landed into the world of Eternalia ruled by a Time Sorcerer named Locke. Young Seth had desperately accepted a duel with Locke to gain an exit to the time-frozen plane. Seth had a winning start but he underestimated Locke’s turbo stasis deck and lost when he ran out of spells to draw. His deckmaster was forfeit to Locke. To regain Seth’s deckmaster, the inexperienced Faye challenged Locke again in a desperate battle. Faye was confident she can win but already Locke had controlled the game by placing his enchantment stasis early with the enchantment kismet. Faye seems to be in serious trouble… … Locke grinned as he declared, “and now I’ll use all my left over mana in my pool to activate my Time Elemental’s ability; I’ll return Stasis into my hand at the end of your turn before my upkeep. Now without stasis I will go through my untap phase with all my lands and… hey what’s going on? How come I can only untap one island?” Faye tossed her white hair and revealed her defiant grin. “You’ve got a powerful deck Locke, but I have fought fire with fire.” Faye revealed an artifact she played on the field, the very same artifact she had played by letting Locke countered her Serra Angel and used her remaining two mana to cast into play: the Winter Orb. The Icy Orb floated slowly above the white polar bear, now dominating over the field, allowing only one land to be untapped per turn. Locke tried to steady himself but fails, and now he was the one with almost no mana left and nothing to defend his life. “I’m done.” Locke declared dejectedly. Faye’s smile was more pronounced, and now she planed carefully her next few spells to cause another blunder. Her creatures and lands are now free from the stasis spell and at once her plan spring into action. She casted sword of plowshare on Locke’s zephyr falcon and at once Armageddon the playing field so that all lands goes to the graveyard. Locke was powerless to stop her with only one mana untapped and now with his entire mana source gone Faye declared her attack. Her white knight, Mesa Pegasus, and the Savannah Lion, powered by Crusade, dropped Locke’s life meter below zero. With the winner decided the duel field dissipated back into the iced throne room just as the whole plane began to tremble. With Locke’s defeat Eternalia began to thaw. “The whole citadel is crumbling!” Leia shouted. Just then an armada of Phyrexian Warships and Plague Carriers arrived on the plane’s atmosphere. “It’s them,” Locke managed to spat out a curse despite his weaken state. A giant Phyrexian ship devoured its way through the citadel, from the ship deck a figure came into the planewalker’s view. “So at last Locke,” Gammoth muttered under his gruesome face. “Your stasis field cannot stands to protect your world forever, and now thanks to Locke this puny world laid opened to conquest. We will very much enjoyed draining every last bit of mana out of this mana rich plane.” Both Faye and Leia gasped, but Locke’s eyes remained ice cold even as the plague carriers began to assault the newly awaken world. “Here!” In one quick motion Locke tossed the deckmaster back to Seth, “Use your magic to take us out of here.” Quickly in a flash of lightning Seth drew the Shivan dragon out of his deck master. The beast howls in rage in its summon and torn the nearby plague beast into pieces. Seth, Leia, Locke, and Faya climbed aboard as the dragon soared away from the condemned citadel. The citadel seemed smaller and smaller as the dragon continued to soar higher into the sky. “You know them?” Leia asked, and was promptly jabbed in the ribs by Faye, which caused the black mage to almost fall off the dragon’s back. Locke gave this almost frustrating look at the three of them. The three of them were almost expecting Locke to blast them with his spells, but Locke calmed down in the span of a second. His expression changed from irritation to a distant narrative as he related the history of his world: Long ago a clan of mages was founded on this remote plane of existence. While the plane seems barren and frostbitten, it was rich with untapped mana resource beneath the frozen ice. One eventful day a powerful planewalker came and prophesized the invasion of the Phyrexians, abhorrence creatures beyond their imagination and soulless machination that consumes all worlds they come in sight with. Not even the mage clan could withstand such an assault. Yet the planewalker offered a light of hope: a planewalker of immense power will come and defeat this menace and restore the worlds. The mage clan had decided to pool all their magic to create this deckmaster with twofold purpose: to lock their world into time stasis so the Phyerxians could not assault their precious world and to wait for their savior to come. They bestowed the deckmaster to their youngest but the descendent with the most potential, Locke. Then Locke was instructed to still in this world, holding everything, including themselves into stasis while Locke was charged to await for the savior… The Shivan dragon carried the four of them back to ‘The Wandering’. Yuna, the artifacter mage explained that the ship could not take off from this planet because the plane-phasing drive was still damaged. They need to repair the crystal in order to power up the ship again. Locke remembered seeing a crystal similar to the one on ‘The Wandering’ in his forefather’s books saying there was a cave not far away where those crystals could be found. Locke said he could go alone to bring back some crystals but Leia suggested Faye should go along. Leia felt that Locke could not be trusted and felt that Faye should keep a close eye on him, Seth overhead and said he felt Locke could be trusted. In the end Locke summoned a Zephyr Falcon, assisted in helping Faye mount on it and flew toward the distant sky… Feedback Level: Level 4

Let's attempt to interpere your dreams: I'm just wondering if Jareena Faye is an immigarant or they've moved from where she was born... because that fits perfectly well for the first part of Jareena's dream. Her father moved from one place to another in search of"treasure" or wealth. Mother gone for a walk could mean that the family ideal has changed somewhat... meaning she also went out to get a job in the new enviroment. The place you moved too eveuntually becomes your home or your school, not suprisingly, but now a clash of ideals appears because the mom is suppose to be in the house... Your hiding place, "the rock/water" which signifies your stern isolation against the rest of the world. You tried to keep to yourself from the rest of society, because you see those foreign ghost as evil. However that's due to change. This Jacko guy is prossibly your ideal mate, or already person that existed in your life. He probably dragged you out of your isolation or you are hoping he'll do that. Once you are captured you began to be aware of the society you found yourself in. In your neighbourhood it's prolly just gangsters bullying everyone else. I've also noticed as your dream proceed you see more and more about the new society and forgot about the family. The it all comes back to the significance of the three events... the old man, the dark basement, the piano. They might have personal meanings or none at all. The old man reminded me of the tippler or those pan handlers on the streets. The ghastly couple could very well foreshadow your future life if you went out with this jacko, and the piano girl probably represent those who have an artistic mind. In short you pitited all these types of ppl that lives around you. Here we see the transforming of Jacko... you've realized that he's becoming more of a normal kid then a pirate... he's no longer the bad bad boy but one of the guys that you hang out with. The rest of this dream will forshadow your future with this jacko guy. He can make you one of them by touching you and so you two will share experience together.. or going out. The truth about the bride and groom is your take on marriage or long term commitment... It's a disaster because you two will be in a place all by yourselves. Privacy... your boyfriend will protect you, but you two will be isolated from this world, always living in the bottom. So you just wanna have a fling with him, but that Jacko turns madly in love with you and wants you to be with him. However his friends doesn't approve. The random prolly means you are almost done with school so you'll have to depart. Still he refuses to let go... and so you cannot be back to the way you are. (don't be offended if its totally inaccruate)

If you have the time tell me what plagues your mind. Your soul seems to be not at peace so reconsider... please. There's so so many wonders for you to meet so many goals waiting to overcome and succeed. Do not make that face so long. You have really done nothing wrong. You with your mind so bright you could have risen to so much height. open your heart and let it lit. you'll start to like yourself a bit. You might think i'm insane but I could really feel your pain. Your soul is beautiful like an art. All it takes is a bit of love to start.

* You see a Squirrel perching on Wyvern's shoulder wearing his cap backward and his his jeans hang loose. The furry thing spat on his paws as Wyvern (wearing gold chains and shades) continue his rapping. Besides wyvern's feet laid a sign that says "Will Rap for Geld" *

…The Final Episode How fascinating it was, to see the colors of blood reflected from the dawning sun. The lance of light that ignited the horizon, clearing the feasting vultures from the putrid corpse of fallen heroes unnamed. Within the frayed stone walls the defenders of the human alliance stumped to a side. Some laid bleeding, nursing their wounds; Some laid crowing, fearing for the light of day; and some laid still, forever dead. Yet all eyes laid upon Talen the half-elven. He was the outsider, the fruit of an evil union, the abomination, He was the crow before the storm; he was the wielder of that baleful sword. That boy stood on top of the broken tower where Akira bravely stood defending, and was pierced by the talon of the great griffion. Now he stood alone, without friends or any more fodders to take the blows to his side. The winds blew strongly against him, stirring his sandy hair in an upheaval. He had always been a lonely child, or so Master Nickola had always told him. Yet now, as he felt weightless against the winds he was truly happy: He is now truly alone again. From the north the scattered green banners begin their methodize progression. The elegance of their formation and the delicacy of their armor could only be so distinguished from afar. Like ants, the reminder of the humans crawled about their crumbling walls, arching their bows on the battlement or bracing themselves between the cracks on the broken wall. The war was silent; no sound except for the releasing of the first volley of arrows bouncing off wooden shields, no screams as both side deal swift death that ends before the body falls. … she searched for him everywhere, cutting a path of blood in the ranks of the human troops. Umi hacked and slashed until her elbows were sore, and even the consecrated sword Soloran runs red with blood. Yet his a’mael was nowhere to be seen. No lightning flashed toward the elfish file nor crocked sword slashed at elven flesh. She strolled through the breach on the walls and strolled through the castle courtyard. The first elves that set sight again on Terra-Scelta found the land no different from the other side of the wall. The dead, the sick, and the diseased filled the courtyard. Too starved to move, too ailing to care, most of them awaited eagerly to embrace her bloodied sword. Those who had seen too much to fear were too tired of living to flee for their lives. Quietly she strolled through the courtyard like the lady of death. Following the stench of death and decay she arrived at an endless pit of human corpses. Bits of armor, broken weapons, or sticks stood in columns was the only thing to remember those who got buried in a cluttered heap. A lone shadow stretched over the fresh new grave and he who turns was Talen half-elven, no longer the boy who played with her in the streams of Emerald Woods nor the man who had slain loyal Thalidoion. He’s no longer a distant fantasy or the lethal renegade kinslayer but just as he is, his emotions as deep as the seas and as dense as the air around them. Talen had just finished digging the grave for Akira, piling the frozen snow into her grave as prescribed by her tribal law. Beside it was Arianna who he killed in self-defense because she tried to kill him, and even then she was not put to rest. Death solves nothing. “It was nothing,” Talen broke the dead silence between then, and for the first time, the timelessness in the atmosphere ended. The words are spoken, and when immutability was broken time itself was the change. “We have been fooling ourselves, how weak and puny we are Umi-alathianis.” She could no longer hold the emotion armor on her conscious or the tears in her eyes; Umi broke down and cried. The shadows slowly advance toward her until it towered over her fragile body. Those gentle hands cupped her cheek and wiped the tears from her eyes, those hands stained with elven blood… “But we have no choice,” Even Talen’s voice grew weak as he spoke, and the words carries the certainty of death. “I killed Thalidoion, you killed Manter; I killed elves, you killed humans. We do so with all our will but yet against our will, for we do not know the souls that we have murdered but just to assume that they are evil. We assumed each other is evil, but is that really so?” “Don’t cry… for our love had finally cleared our sight. We saw each other as who we really are, and because of that we saw everyone as what they really are.” From beyond the courtyard the cries of battle intensified. A sound resembled the crash of an avalanche echoed in the field with the cheering of elves. The first line of defense for Fortress Terra-Scelta has fallen. With the speed of lightning the sword Wind’s Nocturnal meet Soloran golden brim and mystical sparks exploded in the air like fireworks. Within the span of seconds the two drew swords and expanded their powers onto their sword. Umi gasped “Why?” “Because it must be done,” his voice was no longer the childish voice she remembered but has the maturity and gravity as if one that has been through a lifetime of his life, and he have. But what does he mean? It was the war that has separated them, but it was the both of them going against their own will that had caused this tragedy. The two of them are like puppets being dangled around on a string instead of just having the courage to break free from the burden and run away. It’s too late now. Deeds cannot be undone; dead cannot live again. So the only resolution was to fight, but for no one but themselves. It was the only way they know, to feel each other in the heat of the battle. They could not bear to die unless it was by each other’s hands. They laughed as if they were at play, even as the reverberation from their powers knocked them aside, and smiled even as the vast powers of the blade pressed against them. They strike their swords at each other, pass after pass as if they were dancing, with blows as strong as each other’s affection. They fought each other with all their strength and will, for that’s the only thing left for them to do. Umi’s tears had blinded her eyes that she could not see not remember when she finally pounce Talen down to the ground and disemboweled his. His face smiling even as he lay dying. When the elves had finally broken through they could see neither their princess or the kin-slayer. Like the mystical blade they wield they were never seen again… “…It wad dusk when the great Terra-Scelta finally broke, and a bloodied victory in the chronicles of the Circa-Koan war that begins the decline of the Human Alliance. With the gateway of the north toppled, the methodize elven army rushed in and destroyed the human accomplishment thinking it would bring their beloved land back to the arms of nature. Instead it had turned most of Terra into a barren waste. The land no longer grew from the stenches of decay and destruction, now soaked with blood and sorrows. Strange creatures prowled the night where once human governed, terrorizing both human and elves. One of such dark horrors was none other then Lady Alakgristiel herself. The diabolic powers inside the obsidian blade “rancor” had finally caught up with the elf. Lord Artismusathis saw the tadetale sign of her thirsting for blood and spirited her away into a forgotten human king’s tomb. There he impaled her arms and legs onto a stone coffin while she wails and cursed his name. From there she occasionally lured victims into her lair by whispering in their dreams and then sucked their blood. Thus Alakgristiel gave birth to class of abomination known as vampires… The surviving human refugees sailed across the Sea of Rage to the land of Avalon. The elves followed and a brutal seal battle resulting Pryogust - one of the swords of the Esper sunken into the sea along with the rest of the crew, firmly convinced the elves to remained in land for the rest of their history.” History of a forgotten earth. The Legacy Cycle; verse 3, hymn 19. Epilogue Artismusathis, now the elven sovereign, waved his royal guards away as he ventured into the valley between the ancient points of Su where civilization begins. Princess Umi’s disappearance had caused much disruption from his plans since now it means having to employ tedious political maneuvers to secure the Sun throne. Time was not against him and he had plenty of it to see those against him died of old age or otherwise. The cost was that now the senate was fragile and decaying within the core. It was no matter, for his aim was not for these. The war, the death, and the corruption was just to further his goal. None knew that he was half-elven and hated both races inside him. The conflict of his identity he spread to the rest of the world, and now humans are as vulnerable as elves and elves as wicked as humans. He was not at peace, for his goal was not this. That goal was what brought him here, into this ancient place so hollow and pure. The natural cave he slowly descended until the scene changed to the antiquated architecture of the Espers. The god-like race constructed their arch slender and their tower bold. The elegance of their carving life and their pictorials resemble death. Artismusthis had studied this place countless times in books and visited a million times in his dream, but it was nothing compare to being here just twice. Indeed the Espers were everything he had hoped for. The first time he manipulated the guileless Magius Angelica and his goons to work their crude wizardry to wedge the sword from its place, thinking the sword would balance the two races thus stopping this cataclysmic war. Instead the war got bloodier and death toll increased, all thanks to the swords. Angelica herself is a number among the dead and the Black Towers are no more. The secret to the swords of the Espers is that they are not merely tools but the power for a glyph to seal a forgotten sin. Now the powers from the star-shaped seal as been removed… Lightning struck even as the half-elf stepped toward the pedestal and the air parted way as a flash of steel strike at Artismusthis. Even then Artismusthis smiled, for a life force surrounded him created by the power of ‘Serenity’. The assailant tried again, riding the wind and the shield shattered under the true blow of “Soloran”, but even as the sword penetrated flesh Artismusthis regrow himself. Such was the power of ‘Serenity’ the sword of life. Beneath him the floor slow began to buckle. “I was expecting you, Princess Umi-alathianis. In fact I do believe I need your help.” The darkness reveals a face as pale as ghost. Her beauty wanes from the sorrows within. Her eyes are as cold as the two blades she wields. Winds Nocturnal and Soloran continue to slash and weave an impenetrable wall of swords between them, yet Artismusthis was calm in his manner. He whispered Talen’s name and expected the coming rage. Indeed the sword strokes become empowered with rage. Soloran’s glow was hot and blinding; Wind’s Nocturnal caused winds as strong as waves. Yet she knew she was no match against the elf soveriegn. Even as she hacked at him his arms regrow. The amber blade picered the elf's heart, but even then she smiled for she remebered Talen's words that was ever so wise: it was her will to fight him and she fought with all of hers. Her emotions was spent even as she felt warmth left her body... her soul away from the earth to join her kindred, her father, and Talen... Artismusthis kicked the corpse's head and the dismembered head explode as it collided into a nearby wall. "Such beauty, such a waste." he smiled as he picked up the other two blades. "Still, nothing escape my manipulation. Even those that defies me shall serve me in the end." The half-elf began his dark ritural, using the power of the three swords to pass his age into the seal thus prolonging his life, never realizing Umi's blood slowly fills the ancient patterns within the glyph until it overflow into the cracks. The life eccence that is evil and the blood that is pure slowly awaken the hidden horror that is .................................................The Child of the Espers

The Secrets of the night are within these; dawns the last flare from the horizon cease. The fiery sky ablazed in last defience proud before blanketed by the oblivious shroud. lid the sky with the parade of starlights form illusions in the calm waters bright. Wanes the moon, all rested and nurture under her; Creeps in the night, her footsteps soft as fur. Behind the mind, horror oozing before you sleep; Behind you feel, the things unseen becoming real; Behind the door, bolted to keep out the fright; do pray you have your soul to keep. so care you have none to stalk your heel. to hope for the morn of first light.

I have been living my life half asleep only when I dream I could feel the rage! all these monsters in my soul to weep. My sanity is worth more then chicken feed so what if the crapy job pays a wage? Now the alarm clock scream I long again to be asleep. Then the torrents of life came, and in circles I was sweep. I thought it was just another stage. until I'm drowning in a flood of anguish weep. they proceed to take my wool, even if I'm the black sheep. even if I don't measure right in the social gage. I'm inefficient because they think my mind is still asleep. So I have my soul sold for $9/hours cheap. Realizing my insignificance I clang to this wreckage, for pettie annoyances I'm broke up and I've weep. The price of social analogy is much too steep and now my life is in diarray, Reality bites, so forever I wish to sleep. The lost of my naiveness, for what did I weep?

While Wyvern continues to run the show... the people continue to rave <Dak_idle> RGWradio: already called you out ;p <Dak_idle> RGWradio: Deg s actually the next track, so that convenes nicely <HappyDeg-> Haha <HappyDeg-> Cool! <Wrenny> tell him I'm actually listening <Dak_idle> k <Wrenny> thanks <Dak_idle> RGWradio: questioin: is it sounding O.K? Too soft? <Wrenny> sounds good to me <Sorciere> could be a tad harder but not a bad sound by any means <HappyDeg-> It's a teensy bit soft maybe, but it sounds okay <Sorciere> imo ;oD <Dak_idle> ok, relayed it <Sorciere> ohh it just got clearere <Sorciere> think he moved a button <HappyDeg-> YES! <Dak_idle> he turned it up <HappyDeg-> These guys ROCK! <Wrenny> <HappyDeg-> And he got the name right =] <HappyDeg-> lol <Wrenny> woot <HappyDeg-> This is the only hip hop CD I own. <Dak_idle> hehe <Dak_idle> hmmm... for hip hop it's not bad <Tyrion> Simpsons! * Celes_C has joined #thepen <HappyDeg-> Yup. <Tyrion> Futurama! <HappyDeg-> Hey Celes. * HappyDeg- sets mode: +oo Celes_C Dak_idle <Dak_idle> hi <Wrenny> well i wouldn't pay to listen to this stuff <Wrenny> but it is ok <Dak_idle> ya.. * Dak_idle wonders if there's a song without expletives * Wrenny doubts it <Dreadlock> how are you all listening? <HappyDeg-> If he played anything else by Non-Prophets. <HappyDeg-> gwradio.com <HappyDeg-> Dread <Sorciere> usuing realplayer here <HappyDeg-> That's the only Non-Prophets song with swearing, I thik <Wrenny> this starts nice * Looking up Celes_C user info... <Dak_idle> yah <Wrenny> then they have to start talking LOL <Squirrel_> hey Celes Crusader <Squirrel_> why is deggie so happy? * Sorciere waves and hugs Celes ) <Celes_C> Hey Squirrel * Celes_C hugs Sorcière back <Celes_C> I'm using I-tunes <Squirrel_> you don't know who i am <Dak_idle> heh, you prefer that accent Sorc? * Wrenny is now known as Wren|Nix * Thinas has quit IRC (Quit (Claim unsinkability, and thou shalt sink.)) <Dreadlock> ack...this stream is actually lagging me on irc <HappyDeg-> Me too. <HappyDeg-> From 0.03 seconds to 0.08 seconds <Dreadlock> 1 to 16 seconds <Dreadlock> oh, hush <Squirrel_> hey swearing <Squirrel_> why is wyvern playing swearing songs <Dreadlock> no idea <Dreadlock> but if it keeps up too long, I'm gonna stop listening <Sorciere> yes i prefer the accent, that's the proper way to say Sorcière lol <Dreadlock> I put up with enough from the rap (yuck) my roomie booms<Squirrel_> poor dready <Dak_idle> because you'd probably have to look through 10k songs to find 10 without swears <Squirrel_> let your roomate hear it Dread <Dak_idle> ok, good to know that <Dreadlock> I'm home alone <HappyDeg-> Actually Wyvy's usic doesn't swear a lot usually. <HappyDeg-> Which is why this is kinda weird. <Squirrel_> f*ck the industry <Dak_idle> oh... Dread at home alone. sounds like movie * Squirrel_ wear a creepy mask with a long black cloak and start strolling silently with knife in hand <Dreadlock> ahhhhh! *slaps his hands to his cheeks* <Squirrel_> is that wyvern's voice? <Dreadlock> [22:50:12] [Dreadlock PING reply]: 44secs <Dreadlock> [22:50:22] [Dreadlock PING] <Dreadlock> [22:50:23] [Dreadlock PING reply]: 1sec <Dreadlock> ick <Celes_C> Unless you speak French, you have no idea how much the f-word sounds innofensive <Celes_C> For me at least <Dak_idle> lol <Squirrel_> wow wyvern's voice sounds damn different from what i imagine * Dreadlock kills the stream <Squirrel_> i imagine wyvern to have a whiny voice <Dak_idle> if you pronounce it French it sounds funny <Dreadlock> this is too much for me <Celes_C> Well, seal in french is pronouce exactly like the f-word <Dak_idle> lol, didn't know that <Sorciere> lol yup * Sorciere remembers the first time she heard the beau dommage song <Celes_C> *lol* <Celes_C> I can imagine that <Squirrel_> ... * Wren|Nix finds most of the music so far sounds very Misogynistic <Squirrel_> it's hip hop wreny <Squirrel_> that's just like saying Rock is basically a lot of screaming and miserable yelling <Squirrel_> Courtney Love new CD... ewwwwwwww <Dak_idle> well, yell about rock but don't touch good old school heavy metal <Squirrel_> wyvern's voice... geez <Dak_idle> heh <Celes_C> I was surprise as well, especially when I recall his picture from SteelDragon's site <Squirrel_> it's disturbing to finally hear Wyvern's voice.. he sounds a bit cocky.. but solid cocky <Celes_C> *lol* <Squirrel_> the radio voice that actually is distinctive.. and have flavours <Celes_C> You must write this down in the forum. It's so hilarious <Squirrel_> no thanks <Celes_C> <Squirrel_> i'll rather perserve my perspective of the goofy whinny wyvern in my memories <Celes_C> *lol* <Squirrel_> he snickers too many times man <Squirrel_> he makes this *snick* sound after almost all his sentence <Squirrel_> and his voice is a bit monotone <Squirrel_> he's not loose.. he's gotta be a bit more loose.. like the music he plays <Dak_idle> hehe, shall I relay that to him? <Squirrel_> nah <Squirrel_> as long as he doesn't presue a career as a radio announcer it's fine <Dak_idle> hehe <Celes_C> <Squirrel_> i don't want to directly comment on other ppl unless i'm either better then them at that task.. or unless they're gonna be told that later anyways <Squirrel_> and i know i can't do radoi * Alzorath has quit IRC (Quit ()) <Dak_idle> well, I think he'll be thankful for constructive criticism <Squirrel_> nah <Squirrel_> i think i'll just be laffing to myself about wyvern's radio program instead <Dak_idle> <Gwai> how helpful of you <Squirrel_> why di i want to be helpful? <Squirrel_> i never plan to be helpful * Aegon is now known as Ae|Food <Squirrel_> see he did that *snick* thing again <Squirrel_> 40 cents lol <Celes_C> If it unnerves you that much, why don't you either mentionning it or turn it off? <Squirrel_> it doesn't unnerve me <Squirrel_> i just want to share my opinion <Squirrel_> don't get me wrong, i'm not dissing him <Squirrel_> he's already doing better then some of the amature radio guys * Wren|Nix is switching computers * WrenWind has joined #thepen <Celes_C> You are perfectly entitled of your opinion, but if you want him to improve, why not sharing your thoughts with him? * Wren|Nix has quit IRC (Quit (Dream naughty!!!)) * Squirrel_ sets mode: +o WrenWind <Squirrel_> i don't want him to improve <Dak_idle> now that's really nice <Celes_C> You've brought up good points about his animation and I thought it would be great to share it. :/ <Squirrel_> if you want him to learn... tell him to tape and then listen to his own show <Dak_idle> but as with writing you overlook some of your own mistakes, imo * Tralla has joined #thepen * Q sets mode: +o Tralla <Squirrel_> if you can't pick yourself up... <Celes_C> I agree with Dak <Tralla> halloooo <Celes_C> Sometimes having another person's opinion helps <Celes_C> Hi Tralla <WrenWind> can someone give me the link for the show again <HappyDeg-> gwradio.com <WrenWind> i changed comps <WrenWind> thanks <Squirrel_> http://www.gwradio.com/index.gw/Site_ID/5112/Page_ID/11694/ <Squirrel_> that was semi bad <Squirrel_> if he got announcements.. he should write it down.. or at least be prepare to what he have to announce first <Squirrel_> the Uhm... Um.... tsk tsk tsk <Dak_idle> I think the um um is kinda planned* Q sets mode: +o X-Sabre <WrenWind> éme jump huggles X * X-Sabre catches Wrenny in his arms <X-Sabre> Hi hon <WrenWind> hi baby * WrenWind is listening to hiphop lol <X-Sabre> Oh yeah.. that radio show <Squirrel_> any given moment <WrenWind> yup <_Zen_> hi tralla * X-Sabre goes back to drinking and idles <Tralla> hi, zen <_Zen_> havent seen u ina while. hows it going <Sorciere> hrrm have to be up in 3.5 hours, am i gonna make it through rest of show <X-Sabre> I say just go to sleep. <Squirrel_> nahs sorciere <Squirrel_> just go to sleep <X-Sabre> I doubt it could be that entertaining. <WrenWind> sleep well hon * Squirrel_ hand Sorciere a frozen orb <_Zen_> yes just sleep <HappyDeg-> I got it all recorded. <Sorciere> i enjoy the music <HappyDeg-> And it's only gonna be around 20 megs * Squirrel_ hand Sorciere some hydras too <Sorciere> think i will just leave it on and go sleep listening <Sorciere> NITE NITE WYVERNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!! <_Zen_> good compromise sorc <WrenWind> nn <Sorciere> nite nite all <_Zen_> sleep well * Sorciere is now known as SorcSleep <X-Sabre> Sleep well Sorcy. <Dak_idle> nite Sorc <X-Sabre> I promise I won't break in tonite. <Dak_idle> seems I'm the last crazy European now, eh?<WrenWind> ooh i sorta like this one <X-Sabre> It's a really great program.. Surprisingly not a scam like most of them. <X-Sabre> I have to talk to the CEO of Business Makers weekly.. so I know <Celes_C> Is it me or Wyvern is more relax as the show ends? <WrenWind> definately <WrenWind> who was that dedicated to? <X-Sabre> What song is he playing? <Celes_C> I don,t know <WrenWind> cunnilinguist? <Celes_C> *lol* <Dreadlock> O_o <Celes_C> I have a bit of a hard time to follow some of the songs <Dreadlock> and where did that come from, Wren? <WrenWind> so do i <HappyDeg-> You're not the only one, Celes. * Celes_C is glad to not be along <X-Sabre> ! <X-Sabre> That would be me Wren <Celes_C> *alone <X-Sabre> I am quite the cunning linguist. <WrenWind> lol <Celes_C> *lol* * X-Sabre winks at Wren <Celes_C> That was quick thinking <X-Sabre> quick thinking? <X-Sabre> Never. <Celes_C> * X-Sabre prays his deal goes through monday <WrenWind> i'll keep my fingers crossed for you <X-Sabre> All I gotta say.. If I end up pulling off this deal.. <X-Sabre> There WILL be a Pen Meeting <X-Sabre> Fully furnished by me <X-Sabre> plane tickets and all <X-Sabre> So, I will keep you all updated as to the status. <WrenWind> cool<X-Sabre> Hmm.. how odd would that be? <X-Sabre> The person that claims to "hate" the pen.. going to pay for all the pen members to meet IRL.. if they want. <WrenWind> hehehe <X-Sabre> BTW Wren.. This summer, I will DEFINITELY be able to come visit <X-Sabre> Hopefully, I should have bought my new truck by then.. If that's the case, I won't need to crash on your couch <WrenWind> <WrenWind> cool <WrenWind> but you are welcome to it <Celes_C> *lol* <X-Sabre> I know.. I just had an odd occurence the last time i stayed on someone's couch <X-Sabre> I was visiting the only person from AM I ever met IRL.. was sleeping on her couch <X-Sabre> and her children came home in the morning from their dad's house.. Came in and tapped me.. saying Hi mommy <X-Sabre> when I pulled the covers off my face, they ran screaming up the stairs * X-Sabre chuckles <WrenWind> lol <X-Sabre> Sweet kids.. but total brats.. lol * Tyrion is now known as NoTyrIsOn <X-Sabre> Bye Tyrion. <NoTyrIsOn> bye X <X-Sabre> Sleep well, or whatever you plan on doing. Enjoy it. <NoTyrIsOn> sleeping, yea <Celes_C> *lol* <Celes_C> Good night Tyrion <NoTyrIsOn> night Celes <Celes_C> My turn to go to bed or otherwise I'll start to write non-sense in here <Celes_C> night all <WrenWind> nn

Heinrich ran as fast as he could out the gate and into the open air. Yet with a ping of regret he knew he had to dragged himself back into the mechanical labyrinth to reach the landing dock. Once he's there he'll steal himself a fighter jet to escape from this homeworld, and then from the reach of the jedi council. Eveuntually he was out of breath and began to measure his pace with cautious as he strolled his way to the docking bay. Only the soft humming of the plasma coolant fans echoed in the mechanical hallway. Young Heinrich projected his life force like a mist, reaching out to sense any life approaching. The force that he wields is so perceptive that he could sense the heartbeat of a cockroach behind pipe 5 precisely 31.45 cm away. Besides that the whole spaceport has no taint of life about it. Heinrich cursed as he wonder where in the galexy was Varix. And then Heinrich bumped into something. “R1D4!” Heinrich was surprise to see his favorite astromech droid crashed into him. “Beep beep dun dun beep.” R1D4 exclaim as his projector flashed blue lights in Heinrich’s direction. “I’m sorry R1,” Heinrich apologized as he helped the bot up from the floor. “What are you doing here?” “Beep dun dun dun beep beep.” R1D4 casually replied. Heinrich had never expected this. Ofcourse he could not sense R1, for he was not living. Heinrich could trust R1, and the fact that a astromech droid could be more of a hinderance then an asset in this situation. Still he could not turn leave the bot behind now that it has spotted him. Could there be other bots around here as well? “Say… R1, you don’t happen to have the universal navigation star chat in your data bank do you?” “Plet beep.” A holoprojector shoots out from the droid and displayed a map of the Androma quadarant. Heinrich looked not only with his eyes but the force within him. Instantly something had caught his eye. “What’s that empty room over there?” R1’s head rotate and emitted a string of negative answers. “Strange,” Heinrich commented, “The gravitional field had indicated that there must be a star sytem within this sector. Yet the map said this area is empty… still I better concentrate on the task at hand.” R1D4 beeped Heinrich again and they continued to hurry down the hall.

Happy Happy B-day !!! Wish you very well on your 62th year on this wonderful earth!

men thinks computers should be refered to as female because: 1) No one but the creator understands their internal logic. 2) The language they use is incomprehensible 3) The message "Bad command or file name" is as informative as "if you don't know why I'm mad at you, I'm so not gonna tell you." 4) Your smallest mistake goes into long term memory women thinks computer should be refered to as male because: 1) They have a lot of data, but they are still clueless 2) They are suppose to help you solve your problems, but half the time they are the problem 3) as soon as you are commited to one, you realized if you wait a bit longer you could obtain a better model 4) In order to get their attention you have to turn them on This is a transmission of the US Navy with the Canadian costal guards on 1993: US: You are at a collusion course with our vessels, please change your course 15 degrees north to avoid our ships. Canadian Costal guards: You are at a collusion course. Please change your course 15 degrees south to avoid collusion US:I repeat. You ar at a collusion course with our vesseles, please heed this warning and change your course 15 degrees north to avoid collusion with our ships. Canadiian Costal Guard: Please Kindly change your course 15 degrees south or collusion is imminent US: This is the USS Aircraft Carrier Linclon. We wre the second lagest ship on the Alantic Seas. Our convey include 3 destroyers, 7 cruisers, and numorous other militant vessels. Please change your course 15, or one-five degrees north or we will take defensive actions. Canadian costal guard: This is the Lighthouse, It's your call.

Whispers, how they creep into my ears. Who is pretending, and who is not? or do they just don't care for me, this little annoying bug? they melt away when I walk near. why can't they say it to my face right here, maybe I'm not ready for the truth; or the unspoken words might just hurts more. Alone, I'm the frightened child once again Am I not myself, but one final sell out? crushed between a grindstone, ready to be spit out? unwanted, unwelcomed, unforgiven the union and the fruit of an evil sin. It's not my wish to be. but I am now here, please bear with me. Guilt-riddence I'm tired of this guilt bearing scheme. To complete the day with no satifaction, no work well done. It might take a million years but before that I might just leave; My dream does not belong here but I hope we can move on, anger relieved.

i believe the japaness name for that title is "Al sentai tachikomanzu"

“Why it is that dreams always felt more real then reality?” Talen whispered to himself, and the echo resonated loudly in the emptiness that was once an empty hall. The ancient carvings on the corroded wall spoke of sorrows and misforgivings. Talen thought he felt and experienced all the sorrows that bleed from the sculptures. He turned away from the memories, and so did his surroundings. Time had evaporated the dense and alien feeling, evaporated into a think fog, and finally settling in an endless forest. “Am I alone in here, in a world where I’m warring with my other half?” Warm sunlight slowly wormed its way through the thick white fog, and the shadow of another slender figure became to take form. Talen reached for his sword, and in an instant his hand grabbed the hilt and pulled the aberrant blade from its scabbard. From the mist came Umi-alathianis. The light first touched her long raven-colored hair that drifted easily in the breeze. Her purple eyes were still warm, but emitting no joy but pity as her eyes set upon Talen’s crocked blade. Talen noticed that her once waist long hair were tripped short to just along the neckline, and note that it’s the elf’s custom to shed its delicate beauty for war. Not a single blade of grass rustled as her bare slim legs gracefully glided toward him. No wind, but his own breath stirred from his racing heart became the only sound in his mind. His eyes followed her posture as she appeared before him in the mist. The forest was lid with sunlight now, with leaves like emerald reflecting the glorious, memorable sunlight. Time seemed to rewind itself in the light, and now they were as children once more. Talen as he was after he was carried from one distant relative to another until he finally settled with his grandmother on the elven side in SpielenSie-Bodenis. In the foreign yet familiar wood he met her, Umi-alathianis. The first sight of her as he made his own fishing rod and fished alone in the running river and she peeked behind the trees, her captivating eyes betrayed her as she spied curiously at the strange boy. Then the memories cooled and retreated, a moment before he stood before Umi, his olin-melar. Now Umi stood before him as before, with her own blade drawn and placed parallel to his for comparison. The same familiar face right before him, the same familiar purple eyes gaze toward him, yet Talen understood that the mood had changed. The change was himself: his frame was more wide and irregular, his skin was on longer fair but tanned, and fine hair grew sparingly on his bare arms. He stared so long at her, enchanted by the beauty that grew out of her since they parted that he did not realized she was staring back at him and realized that he was half-elven all along. Umi’s own blade radiated a pure whiteness. The sword was a single-handed longsword with no edges, the guard was carved with two scales and an eye in the middle. Talen realized that she is in procession of one of the other mysterious blade, Bahamuts “Judgement”, with the word Justice engraved on the blade. Between the two blades now stood the invisible line that slowly grew, dividing the world between the two, pulling the pair apart. In desperation Talen cried out her name, his arms reaching for the other side of the growing rift. Yet something held him to his side, tugging at his heels. Talen turned and saw Sepher’s zombified corpse burst out from the ground, his skeletal hand clutched tightly around his ankle… From the other side of the world Umi opened her eyes from her deep trance. Within her hand held a small tear-shaped emerald on a thin silver necklace. Artismusathis quickly came to her side and clasped his hand on her shoulder. “Is everything alright, a'mael?” Umi-alathianis nodded without hearing what he said, her eyes fixated in the emerald tear that a special someone had given her, her thoughts fixated to her own emerald dream. Talen had also awaken at the same moment. His body covered with bandaged wounds and his forehead covered with sweat. Once his vision cleared he saw Arianna beside him, mopping the sweat from his face. “Arianna?” Talen tried to speak, but she hushed him and clasped her warm hand into his. “We are safe now,” the red head whispered. “We are underneath the stone hills in the dwarven city of Bauch im Wal…” Talen closed his eyes again. After what seemed to be an eternity watching the half-elf breathing deepens into slumber, Arianna began to smile. She wore it now, the shortsword that Sepher wielded. Slowly she unbuckled the crude sword-belt from her waist, disrobed herself and crawled into Talen’s bedroll.

No one knew how this stranger entered into the ballroom, but this stylishly dressed gentleman appeared in the corner of Ayshela when she was scowling the harnhanded guard that Tamaranis ‘bumped’ into. The stranger waited patiently until Xaious, the Master who took his time was done with the wonderful hostess, then he approach gracefully toward Lady Ayshela. Unfortunately Ayshela decided to turn just exactly at the same moment and the two of them collided. “Oh I’m so sorry…” he said as he slowly backed away. “Oh that’s alright,” she replied quickly. He was sure she felt a bit frustrated. He had this perfectly planned out… but now it’s totally sidetracked. The stranger took off his top hat and ran his fingers through his hair. He just realized he lost his cool, then he remember that he was suppose to tip his hat toward her and do other things that was suppose to be gentlemanly. “It was a wonderful ball,” he said before she lost interest and turned away. “Why thank you,” he could barely hear her reply, with all the chattering and the music in the background. It was very impolite to not hear someone clearly, and now he’ll have to guess and improvise. Yes, improvise was the very word! Quickly he reached into his pocket of his black velvet tuxedo and pulled out a velvet box. “I have a humble present here that I hope would be quite suitable for this wonderful occasion,” the stranger’s voice suddenly became smooth as satin. “Not that your arrangement isn’t sufficient ofcourse… I just want to contribute my part…” Too late, the recovery was quite awful. He could not bare to observe Ayshela’s expression but looked down on the floor flushing. The lady hostess none-the-less opened the box and suddenly the room went dark and silent for a moment. The crowd suddenly gasped as a single spark propelled itself slowly upward into ballroom ceiling and exploded into a thousand multi-coloured glittering lights and embedded themselves onto the ceiling like stars in the night. “It’s called a star seed.” The stranger explained. “It was very beautiful.” Ayshela said as her gaze returned from the now star-lilted room to the socially awkward stranger. He was sure she was smiling now, and her smile is such a wonderful thing. On the other hand Ayshela was just feeling something peculiar about this fellow she was talking to, but the gentlemen gave her no time to ponder and quickly offered to dance with her. Together they danced a round of waltz, while the unfamiliar gentlemen commented on how fine she looked today, how lovely this ballroom was decorated and how everything was in such fine order. Asyhela excused herself afterward to greet other newcomers and the gentlemen disappeared into obscurity for a while. Putting him off her mind for the time being. However the stranger was far from done as far as the fall ball goes. He was spotted again chattering and introducing Mr.bunny to sour-cream dip on carrot sticks; the gentlemen helped Rune reached the punch-bowl and pour himself a glass. He casually observed Gyrfalcon and Salinye dancing the fox-trot (prolly one of Gyrfalcon’s favourte dance steps) while conversing with Dr.Tzimfemme on the possible existence and extinction of the Oryctolagus Chocolatdo. He casually walked beside Tamaranis once and about 5 minute later Tamaranis found a novel read "Murder in the Fall Ball" in his left pocket...He was spotted sitting on the barstool having a drinking contest with Guido, popping shooters and tequilas and then after he downed the hammester bodyguard he played with the adorable Carnbronne, spiking the cute and fluffy cat's milk dish with vodka… The figure continued to chatted friendly with everyone in this wonderful atmosphere, but those that recalled him latter could only remember was that they had a fine chat with a well dressed stranger with a top hat and a blue crystal capped cane, but no matter how hard they tried they could not recall his face nor remember his name.

that's probably because turkeys are not happy being slaughtered and roasted into tender moisturizing juicy flavour. Thanksgiving is a wonderful tradition in memory of the time the Europeans comes to America not being prepared for the cold harsh winter... and then the friendly natives rescued them by providing them food. In return the europeans took their land, spread disease around and finally confined their decendends into reserves and slowly whitewashing them... Yes happy thanksgiving indeed.

Mine!!! This poetry, that you plagiarized . Those words you stole They are not yours; they are all mine. It has my fears It's soaked with my tears You can copy it With your own pen, but you can't replicate those feelings I ectched on it with my heart. This sketch You claimed it’s yours. The art you took away It is not yours; it is my own. Its born first in my head And into the canvases it fled. You can take away The frame and the board, But you can’t take away The blood and sweat I mixed into the paint. This misery You tried to imitate You are too shallow Too hollow to make the pain feel real Veins filled with agony Too bad you can’t feel it, what irony. You can pretend it’s yours All those pieces of my heart, But you can’t fake it all The elegance that flows from my hand. “Midnight in the middle of a miniature graveyard” A silhouette is digging up a grave “What are you doing?” An onlooker asked. The figure turned and replied, “I’m just expanding my place.” “The Voices” Everywhere is noise Can you hear my voice? Just a silent whisper; a deep murmur I listen, I try to comprehend; but what they say are senseless and everywhere is pain. Spamming to sell, Words without thoughts. So I began to scream, Adding to the chaotic chatter.