Time to go make tacos!


Frozen MorningFickle Spring slept in this morning. And the banished Winter crept Again across the borders of The lands of Spring while their Queen slept.Frozen Morning
Luna, mute, no word could utter. Sol, alerted, cried a warning. And the Spring, arising, spread Her magic o'er the frozen morning.


The QuickwaterCrashing, roaring, it goes. The force of storms caught Between eroding walls of rock. A canyon, a cage, Leading to freedom when it Rages over the lip of the world And down, full of rainbows And white, cascading. Its rising spray dampens our faces Like inverted rain. Beauty And danger, inseparable. We stare, Although we do not know it is Because we long to fall with it.The Quickwater
WIP| My skills at drawing are like Saphira's magic. I only turn out something awesome every once in a while. Once every few years I experience a brief period where I can do a few in a row. The only exception to this seems to be snails, which I can draw (nearly) the same every time. I'm thinking this is because I don't bother to improve much, since I put my writing as a higher priority than my drawing.... And I am content with my unreliable skill, because I know I'm totally awesome at writing fiction. So there. |
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Mans evolution consists in the process of changing to forms that are not of this world. Grows he in time to the formless to live on a higher plane. Know that you must become formless before you can be one with the Light.
- Emerald Tablets of Thoth
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In the quiet words of the Virgin Mary...
"Come again?"
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King Bob: I was a baby when I was born. I remember it all quite well. When the doctor pulled me out, I did not cry. I issued commands. 'Bring me some jerky,' I told them.
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