back to the ol' grindstone. Today's been fun. And if you've just arrived, this is the new journal from Morgruth. And it's sammich time.

I really have no idea how to write that out. Here's how you'd pronounce it. Take your tongue, and do that "purrrrr" thing that Antonio would do if he'd said "darling". Come on, you've all heard that word from his lips in your heads. Right, now, take the word "cream", roll that Arrr, and draw out the "am" like you'r saying "jam". Such as, "Pass me ( Read more... )

Yeah, so I'm trying to get photos off my deviantart to put on v-f so I don't have to bounce people back and forth and subject them to my awesome display of UTTER INCOMPETNANCEAWESOMENESS in all things photographical, and the images aren't showing up. Blast! Ah well. I'll take care of it when I get my machine shipped over. On another note: Sammich ( Read more... )

go back to sleep

Also, as a note of no small import, I've decided to unlock certain posts and make them available for everyone. Some of them are rather decent pieces of work. Don't take it as a regression into some love-sick self-loathing pit thing. Look at them and go "He wrote these once." Because I did.

Well, Washington was interesting. Mass is going to be even -more- interesting, I suppose. My first encounter with the North East. It's going to be a bit of a culture shock.

I love wandering.

His companions were just behind him as the daenirsin'j moved before the door.
There was a jingle of keys.
Unbidden, the Oracle's words came to him.

"You travel with Night-Kin and Fallen-Knight. Know this: Both wish nothing but good will towards you, yet one shall lead you to ultimate destruction..."

The doorway stood open before him. The last ( Read more... )

A woman asked her lover if he thought she was pretty ( Read more... )

So, all those things fae, pixies gnomes and daenirsin'j raphlosophats, glimmer-winged and sorrow-graced, were of her. When he, oh he, the one sung forever after as the most loathed by all damsels-entowered, asked for the one thing she should never give, and she, yes she, gave it, knowing it was to be her last, her body broken and her soul smashed, ( Read more... )

The effects of your voice upon my soul is not unlike that of a full choir in the midst of the refrain of "I believe in Christ," my most beloved hymn ever. Hearing it will never fail to bring tears to my eyes, a catch in my throat, a fluttering of my heart or a burning in my breast. I would gladly give my possesions, every last one, to simply be ( Read more... )