#017 - And Then The Twist Flops
LmaoTemporary Sabbatical in Place until....some point. Probably late February.
ThermopylaeA valley lies under the Moon's black den, Housing the doomed three hundred men. Knowing and Not Knowing their fate that day, When they would go out and slay.Thermopylae
Giving their lives for country's sake, Only thinking of how many they would take. They're fates were sealed when it came day, In that valley of Thermopylae.
They were outnumbered fifty to one, Their enemies arrows would block out the sun. But they refused all the threats that were made, Saying simply that they would fight in the shade.*
The pieces were set and ready to begin, Not a sound wa
OrigamiFlatter than Flat, Whiter than White. All descriptions for a mundane sight. Even with Ivory Pallor, a chameleon I see, Just waiting for what it will eventually be.Origami
Bend it and shape it, it doesn't resist, so obedient the possibilities are limitless. Why waste it on the written word, when it can be frog, bear, or bird?
It moves where you want it, and then it sits still, with good care it will never go against your will. But with this diety-like power, what will you do, with the ability to create anything man ever knew?
Avian shape is a shape to fold, &
Shopping Season...It was months before Christmas and all through the land. stores were selling toys, from every major brand.Shopping Season...
The sales were to die for, and some even did, when adults were trampled, getting that new thing for their kid.
Look at the smoking remains of the store. Where people made cute little bears. The rubbing of people started a fire, burning all the bears and their little hairs.
Look at the game store, video to be correct. Where PS3 and Wii are items desired. Even the store's employees got into the fray, regretting when their managers
Life's Little RhapsodySit in the club when it's nine at night. Listening to people who pretend to play. But it doesn't make a matter to me, Because I could sit here all day.Life's Little Rhapsody
But know that my ear got led away. When a new group came in to tell a story in song about their lives, and all they'd done before their final farewell.
It started with a violin, played by a man, who wore pants that had seen heat and sun. His face wore a face that had seen a thousand trials, and a thousand more before his days were done.
Trumpets came in from a small lad, letting itself flourish t
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Explosions are funny.
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