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Seabird and Fang"Yes, maybe it is a plaything." Maybe this has all been a glorious plaything, a beautiful wretched game for the mind. Am I capable of playing? or committing such an act? Of course I am, it's the punishment which scares us. The possibility of consequence which sets order into society. But, again, maybe it's just a plaything. Maybe I treat them all like playthings? The nervous feelings, the depression and guilt which settles into the stomach, it's all part of it. It's of no consequence as long as you remain focused on the matters at hand. Things become easier as long as you ignore the badgering angst. It's of no consequeSeabird and Fang
by ~kryptiana
Seabird and a GameThe game can be won and lost in various ways. Loss of nerve, forgetfulness, outside interference. There are a horrifying amount of factors in our failure in the game, all the human weaknesses condensed into a moment upon which so much relies.Seabird and a Game
"My first move little seabird. I am the serpent, cunning and cruel." "I am the panther, quick and snake devouring." I feel her gaze rest on me for a moment, I give a slight shudder. I feel White feathers fell from the sky. "I am the hunter, strong, beast piercing." He begins his offensive, he is ruthless, as all Saints are. "I am the horsefly; sudden, rider-throwing." A hor
by ~kryptiana
CaughtCleansing. Perhaps a bit pretentious. Then again, who's to know? Softly, a whisper, a message, or a lie?Caught
Carrying a coolness, or a harsh dry word.
Fathom if you may, no. If you can
the history carried. The Words. The Sights. Those things Said, and those things forever unsaid.
If it is an ocean, overwhelming.
Then again, this is all coming from a mere speck of Dust caught in a Cosmic Wind.
by ~kryptiana
Unfinished 1The first word I forgot was "Alexandria".Unfinished 1
The first time I used the word I was standing, staring at her blankly, testing the word in my mouth. It was clumsy. I knew "Alexandra" and by the point found it bland. But, with this, a single letter made all the difference in feeling. Slowly, I grew used it, and the feelings associated with it. The joy of running through the city with no destination in mind, the warmth of the sun on my skin as we walked through the field. The feelings of sunflower petals on my skin as she held my favorite flower above me as I woke up. I stopped calling her by her full name, though I neve
by ~kryptiana
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This is my happy dance
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I just got back from seeing the star trek movie. Got my nerd-card bumped to gold, after I finish battlestar Galactica, I'll have platinum
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My friend, I give you, for your amusement, the human person. Mind and body straining to keep aloft to the leaden realities of life; ignorance, death and madness. So we create for ourselves the illusion that we have power, control, and that we are loved.
I was watching BattleStar Galactica this past week while I was moving out of teh apartment. Damn good show.
So where are you going for college?
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This is my happy dance
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