cryptomancer

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Llama

Ever knelt in the middle of a shop while the shop keeper told your friend, who is on the phone, what you were doing?

Have you ever had a reallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreally good coffee?

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It was after a number of weeks, most shot through with sleepless nights, (it is hard to sleep bobbing a few inches off the floor), that the raven finally figured a few things out.

Floating so close to the ground has one very distinct hazard for the Raven, kitten minions, (ok so not quite 1 but you get the point).

Without the use of wings evasive action is rather difficult, especially considering the speed and number of the kittens in question. Disguises don't work, they just add to the things that can be grabbed, clawed or bitten.

But it was not this that broke the insanity of the flying lesson, it was something darker....

Darker, richer, and containing vast amounts of caffeine......

The headache started a few hours after the flying lesson, the Raven, memory hindered by a blow to the head seemed to have no real recollection of the fuel source for most of the hyperactive rambling, also, even though the aroma or the coffee was very enticing, he could not get to the coffee machine, (the table was a bit higher than a few inches from the ground).

The shakes started a few hours later, progressing, as any caffeine addicted bird knows, to the point of producing an audible hum.

So the weeks went by; headaches and edginess, (compounded by constant attacks from a swarm of kitten minions, attracted by the steady hum of the ever shaking Raven), the ever enticing aroma of coffee, promising so much but so very far out of reach.

It was only this morning that the 'spell' was broken.

The raven floated above the floorboard he had chosen as his perch, not that the feet actually grabbed it, (Raven legs being a few millimeters too short to bridge the few inch gap between floating bird and floor) kittens scattered the floor around him, the few that were awake watching the steady blurring of the Raven that produced a 'magic eye' effect, (stare at the black patch near the floor and defocus your eyes and you will see a Raven), The chain of events unfolded as such.....

The Raven woke, (moved away from the floorboard designated a perch) the kittens readied themselves for the game, the coffee maker steamed gently awaiting application of hot water to the grounds already present. Two floorboards away from the perch the first of the kittens struck, unaware of the new intensity to the shakes, the kitten was thrown off, striking the floor and sliding through its companions, the small eruption of kittens chasing the new plaything that had just knocked them over.

Several hundred kitten minions formed a scrum in the middle of the floor, and began playing pinball with the furniture, tumbling over each other and rolling the tussle from one fixture to another, the rattle of weapons and china and ...coffee cups and maker... making an interesting imitation of the arcade game. The raven attempted to sneak out... shakes preventing him from navigating the small gaps in his chosen path. Contact with the table, (yes the coffee maker's table) amplifying the audible hum to a rock concert level, and showering him with cups as they trembled to the edges of the table. The kitten pile pounced..... the results was a shrapnel grenade of kittens and crockery, the kittens striking the table and spilling the espresso maker on the carpet, the shower of small furry creatures (no dogs, just raining cats) flooding the confines of the room, dampening the floor in a puddle of fluff, a monsoon of Burmese... one landed on the coffee maker, the heat convincing it to move quickly and extract itself from this location, the button was pushed...... (the right button)..... steam gurgled, the aroma of coffee enveloped the room, the Raven vibrated through the stream of espresso, the few drips that made it into his mouth creating a flood of memories, mostly around the effects of caffeine, (or lack there of) he inhaled, deeply......

The impact of hot espresso to the lungs would ordinarily not be advised.... however in this case we make an exception, the direct access to the blood stream is definitely the key to a good coffee, caffeine infusing the blood as it is drawn into the heart, the shakes stopped, the headache moved to a more manageable location, (that of the kittens trying to claw their plaything into shaking again) the Raven sneezed.... and flew to the rafters, remembering too, after all, that he is severely allergic to kittens.

I'm in, sorry it took me so long to find this, I still getting up to date with things I missed.

But yeah, I in.

*looks around at AAA members* you all gonna try too, aren't you?

Stolen from the thundering plains of savannah,

That opens the expanse of my land of birth,

My spirit drifts, aimless and alone, empty, forgotten.

Calling my being to wander, ever housed, never at home.

I dream of stars opening the expanse of heaven to my eyes,

The kiss of dry air drifting over the grass, feeling the soft thrum

Of the acacia thorns, each white tip scratching trails in the night.

Hold of the plains cutting deep into the veins of my soul.

The dust settles, as it watches the dancing wind,

Dervish, daemons of the plains, the torment of the unwary.

But I am weary, wandering through a land of gold,

Sacred and scarred, scared soul running free,

Hugging my being for comfort, breathing ageless eternity.

……

that was such a great game.

marshmallow

just wanted to post.....

Robots

Aggression aside it is merely the over exertion of a mind being controlled to finely by the body’s whimsical nature.

But though the pen is a weapon of formidable magnitude, I seem to feel the love of the blade balanced so keenly upon its handle long tang, giving life to mere metal. The blade sings only if its balance is perfect for the cut, the hold on your soul so keen as you wield it. It dances for your admiration, each step you take matched by the swing of death's kiss, cutting the body as the scythe of the Reaper takes the soul for you.

Immortality given by the shattering of the shell of mortals. Immortality, in torment or paradise, but free of mortal decay… vanquished in battle… it is a good death.

cat

I asked Mynx to write this as it is topical to her chosen course of study.

All modern economics claim

To help, when all they do is maim,

The mind and spirit,

The will to live,

They take it all and never give.

We're offered facts, but given lies,

Told to trust these wolves in disguise.

Above all, what makes it worse?

It's compulsary to take this curse.

(by Mynx from the Slopes of Ruapehu)

"Sadistic treatment from helping hand"

or dont breath through your mouth if you are under water, unless you have gills, but if you cry enough from onions to fill the room and put you under water it most likely is an allergy of some sort and should be looked at.

but, on a slightly different topic, breathing is fun in amber ponds,

for it enlivens the soul of those that belong,

You were born on a Wednesday.

Your star sign is Libra.

The season was Autumn.

You are 32 years, 11 months, 13 days old.*

It is 18 days until your next Birthday.*

You are 12,035 days old.*

You are approximately 288,849 hours old.*

You are approximately 1,039,859,109 seconds old.*

September 26th in History

1887: Gramophone patented in Germany

1984: UK agrees to hand over the soverignty of Hong Kong to China in 1999

1990: Soviet parliament agrees on bill allowing religious practices

September 26th birthdays

1888: T.S Eliot, Poet and playwright

1898: George Gershwin, American composer

Distant bells toll

Each report and echo,

Blow upon the winds of sound,

Resounding in my soul.

Distant bells chime,

The shattering of pain,

Running shards across my skin,

The memories of time.

"winds of mountain airs decend"

kinky

Some of the best tales were 'Grimm'

Depthless windows into the world,

Shapeless portal to the void,

Same single pain of crystal soul,

The pivot of my being’s whole.

Joyous world forever seen,

So deep the darkness held within,

My voice trapped in muddy eyes,

A mire fed by the tears I cry.

Caressed shell of my universe,

Bade to break, fragment, disperse,

Each star I see now heaven born,

Godess, my sky, by your eyes formed.

"Winter tells my soul's rebirth"

*claps* Nicely done.

Our stains attracting,

Darkest shade,

Spirits outreaching,

Light we made.

Our heavens entwining,

Cloudless skies,

Souls exploring,

Each other’s eyes.

Our love outlasting,

Each moment a gem

Wealth outmatching

To my world you bring.

"Til the colour fades from your heavenly eyes"

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