i woke early one morning
the earth lay cool and still
when suddenly i tiny bird flew to my windowsill
It sang a song so lovely
so carefree and so gay
that all my worldly troubles seemed to slip away
It sang of far off places
of laughter and of fun
it seemed its very trilling brought up the morning sun.
So I stirred beneath the covers
Crept slowly out of bed,
and then I shut the window to crush it fucking head.
on the first day, He, The One, the Almighty went forth on a quest to create gaiety and frolic. Forth from his haven he set, mounted upon the steed of choice towards his fellow god's home.
His fellow god Rickomemnon was upon completion of his suit of power, drawing upon the unsurmountable power of the triforce as he did so. Lo, did he complete the garb, and don it so, and it was good for it was made by a god.
From rickomemnon's haven the two gods flew, for tey were yet not finished gathering the revelry for the nights creation.
Upon His mighty steed the two gods flew, and headed to join two minor gods, Timmonicus and Owentioch.
Ah, but the two minor gods had a steed of their own, Timmonicus' father, god of the vantheon, had delivered them to rickommemnon's haven shortly after His departure.
Reunion was in quick order, and it was made so. Much revelry and gaiety took place, and the armour that the gods wore made them giddy, in that they commissioned portraits of themselves in various stages of embarrassment.
Forthwith the foursome fled to seek out entertainment, and the thought of humor and hte relentless chant of "dicks pussies and assholes" soon filled the gods' many heads.
Alas! the barbarians of Valhalla did not serve the inteneded entertainment! So the gods withdrew to the colleseum to make merry with the mortals.
Within hot topic, the foursome encounteered a most fascinating mortal, with beauty surpassing athena and aphrodite. it made them giddy and drunk, and they anced and made merry, mocking west side story and other manner of tom foolery.
After the exciting games they gods required food and drink, and went to feast upon ambrosia and pop.
Ah, the ambrosia was sweet, and the pop slaked their thirst. The tender to the fields gave them helms to commemorate the occasion, and they did enjoy the helms, for they were enjoyable.
Lo! The promised land of Walmart called! And so did these gods enter and make merrry. Upon the entrance, the gods were approached by an elder who had been filled with the feremented juice of the grape, as well as fair maidens whom semed sent as through providence. Providence indeed, for when the gods exited the promised land, the steed was adorned with the preonal objects of the maidens! The cloth used to vclense the full buttocks of the maidens streamed about hte steed. the soft cotton and its sheath used to stave the vile flow of the maidens infant blood hung about the antennae. The priceless spread of the salve to keep the maiden's underarms free of the stench of the dark gods adorned the sides, and were inscribed with glyphs of encouragement and joy.
Ah, but one god was missing. Antionius.
So the gods went forth to join with antonius,and along the way, were to spur many of the wild beasts to raise horn and blow loud.
and so antonius and te gods travelled to antonius' haven, and there they made merry and danced.
then the gods traveled forth to the haven of Rickomemnon. Alas, but the darg gods sent folly their way.
It was fortunate for te gods that hunger overtook them, and had gone to the valhalla of Meat N' Mead to converse with maidens of fleshly enticement and target practice, elsewise they may have fallen to the folly.
The dark god Bambino had sent a minion to spread panic among the mortals, creating chaos and death upon the road to haven.
Many hours they waited, until finally a detour was created, after the gods sent others onto the way to the chosen path.
Ahh, the gods returned to the haven and adjourned to the sublevels of the palace. There, the gods made merry and ended not with greatful slumber but with the joyous entertainment of mortal fornication.
And so did the night close, and the world was at peace.
ok, the leaves are changing, so the entire landscape is a flourish of decaadent colors. A crisp wind kicks up swirls of leaves all about you. The sky, while bright is lightly streaked with clouds to hide the direct sun.
So now, we have ambient light filtering between the trees, illuminating the floating leaves, and i don't know aobut you, but when i see light behind a swirl of leaves, the edges of the leaves light up, and i swera i see halos of light around each leaf.
Sudden legal disclaimer: this is entirly through my eyes, so i do't know if it applies to anyone else.
So seeing these lazy floating halos around everything spark something in my head, and I am not kidding i begin to hear a music box in the background.
I know its a figment, but i hear it just the same.
now this is a situation where i just have to watch, and as i stare at the halos, streaks of multicolored light start to spring for some of the rings, and trails begin to form, whirling about in an erratic yet hauntingly beautiful dance.
now about this time, one of my friends begins to talk to me, and as i bring my eyes away from the view,i ralie that everyting seems so much brighter. almost as if ttranquil emotion is actually radiating from everybody and all the light.
Now keep in mind i try to hide this a lot of the time, 'cause i get some reaaly odd looks, but this is me, so no reason to hide it on here.
now the color that is now flying all around me is reflected in the water, and if i gaze into te water, i begin to see images. I see people and places that i've encuntered. And they're happy.
well, not always happy. I mean te people are, but... let me explain.
It all depends on my mood. If I'm happy, the images smile back at me and join me and come out to be with me.
If i'm neutral, the images play like a movie; emotional but not very involving.
If I'm down, the images play like what if?s. They show me what could have been, how happy i could be, what i did wrong. they talk to me and ridicule me, and the smiles on their face are smug and filled with condecending victory.
but most of the time its happy.
speaking of light, one beautiful thing is when sunlight filters behind a womans hair. especially if there is a lsight breeze. the hair flows about, lmost on its own accord, and the sun lights up each strand. Now as the hair flits back to cover her face, they keep some of the light that passed through earlier, and light up her eyes. Now te light never stops, and some of thelight as it passes the eye, illuminate the diamonds withing, and they sparkle and sparkle like nothing i have ever seen. The sparkle warms and protects and bonds. Its not necessarily a sparkle of light anymore, but a sparkle of emotion. an emotion that is indescribable by any word or langueage. it is only possible to say that only if you have exerienced it, will you know what i mean.
it is that time again.
it seems that even though i try very hard to be kind and adapt to everyone's needs, i do have a time where i tend to snap, and this is my week.
I'm not quite sure what triggers it, but right now, i feel there are some people that deserve to be punished for their imppenitent, uncaring and overly decadent behavior.
The powers of retribution and justice have decided it is their time and I am the instrument of choice. Through my eyes will the sinners find fear. Through my words will the unworthy know. Through my hands will the cast out fall. It is a world filled with insects and dung, and its time to do some cleanup.
Are you one of those selected for punishment?
I hope not, for if i hear you are one of those selected, may your god be powerful enough to stop my wrath. People trust me. People like me. I'm close to everybody.
So remember this, your enemies won't kill you. Your friends will.
The righeous divine power that fills my soul all this week empowers me to decide who is worthy and who deserves to fall. Who deserves life and who death. I alone can decide your existence, or make it be so that you never did.
I am an tool of vengence, a chosen one of the retributive powers. I feel good. I feel powerful.
Justified even.
I mean come on! Million of poeple the world over hurt and kill and don't give a fuck aobut anybody around them! They affect so many more than just themselves,often spreading their misery onto oters so that they could steal te potential happiness for themselves! Is that the way to live? oppressedby someone who doesn't care? Hell no! Its time for that to change! Don't let yourself get trod on by someone who would prefer that you die, since i mean after all you're only getting in their way, right?
WRONG! You're supporting them. Even if they don't realise it, they wouldn't be anywhere close to wherethey are now or who they can claim to be if it wasn't for your diligent, unselfish, unswerving drive. Even through getting spit on, rejected, hurt, ignored, blown up at, hurt some more, rejected agin, and then suddenly, when tey realise that you might go away, act all buddy buddy and try to bring you back, it really gets ya.
I mean, i just love te feeling of having my very being stomped on, lacerated, destroyed utterly, and as i pick up te pieces you try to steal them back. I gave it to you once. it was turned down. It is mine to give, and not to you. I withdraw.
