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If you made a clock from the moon, would the seconds be counted by a luna tick?

Have you ever spent most of your lunch trying to open a bottle of mostly frozen coke, without spilling any?

A leopard-spotted chicken with tiger-striped wings?

Flutter through the pages to see, pause, look, confusion begins.

Seen many things through the camera lens,

Glimpses of insanity, and beauty enough to cause it,

Kissed the breath of angels as they posed for me.

I have see show cats, and dogs of many breeds,

The animals of paraded shows, and pageants of beauty queens,

Walked with models along the stage, seen each strut and pose,

But never such a fowl thing has been, as a designer poultry show.

Feathers and tufts, and strutting and fuss,

Things that appear so strange

Every look from duster to pen,

Is the design that these feathered beasts took.

Arrogant parading of genetic selections, of inbreeding,

Rebreeding, and breeding by choice,

Pedigree Chickens, not peacocks, proclaim

That even a pheasant is quite plain.

But honestly, the monstrosity,

What was the breeder contemplating?

I scarce can believe, these feathers all sparkling,

Why a leopard-spotted chicken with tiger-striped wings?

ooc: this was inspired by an artical on show fowl... yes there is such a thing.

'Raging rivers drain the sea, and flood the land with iniquity'

Have you ever watched a small bunny chase a poodle around the yard?

forgotten

Have you ever sat in an airconditioned office and stared out the window at the clear blue sky, wishing you could go to the beach?

sheets

Bunny

wit

*hugs*

sorry for the typos, hazzard of working from my office and not using word to spellcheck befor the post is made.

*grins*

"blood the kill" is a turn of phraze I am used too, rather than bleed.

Blood also tied in better with the concept of drinking a cup of victory.

Thanks.

Thesaurus

The smell of coffee, just because it is so utterly beautiful, with lots of memories due to the amount that I drink.

My favourite is the smell of rain, just before it starts, memories of africa come back very strong then.

Minions

The Raven flys into the room, circles looking perplexed (yet cunning) and exits. Moments later the Cryptomancer wonders in and makes a decidedly elaborate hand gesture just below the door, (the ever observant notice the statue that appears on a small shelf above the door shortly after).

Bowing gracefully the Cryptomancer greets Peredhil, "Happy Birthday, may your day be wonderfully enjoyable, and may you be blest with......"

A Small puff of smoke notes the vanishing of the Cryptomancer, and from the newly set bust of Pallus, Quoth the Raven' "Many more!"

Happy Birthday Peredhil, All the best wishes.

Breath deep the watered air of thoughts, and share

The twisted vines of vice that form each loving snare,

Carve the path of processed thought to walk the jungle floor,

Share the sweet aroma of fear, at your daydreams door.

Chase the chaos creatures, loosed upon the mind,

Flee the thunder of the stars, as lightning and land collide,

Savour victory, win the chase, just to test your will,

Drink the cup of conquest won, as you skin and blood your kill.

Dream the stars of heaven spun, through the woven clouds,

Listen to the breeze wrapped trees, in their dancing shrouds,

Watch the thought veils shimmer, as autumn turns them brown,

Let logic fall and form your bed, to sleep through winter sound.

*looks at post*

*Scribbles notes on clipboard*

*flys to banquet room*

Chemistry

*hugs all*

Congrats.

Ever spent a lot of time on something only to be told to stop doing it because management already had someone else doing it?

It suddenly Dawned on Cryptomancer that the Reptilian Elder had said 'fleet seeking'...... this was followed shortly after by the realisation that one of the items in the many folds of his cloak was in fact a travel game.... a travel game called 'battleships'..... with not just one, but two fleets....

Many pennites realised just how fast a raven can fly, when there is a fleet seeking raven cracker chasing his back pocket.

Have you ever actually tried to write something in blood?

mostly