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noah must have been a brave man to sail in a wooden boat with 2 termites

tis SNOWING yay



in september... not quite so yay... technically it's spring here, summer is like a month away, if anything we should be getting thunderstorms not a blizzard.. and they are predicticting a blizzard to arrive sometime tonight, I think that will require pizza and movies!

I look upon the world and am filled with envy, I look upon those who are capable of feeling able to give of themselves, to feel compassion, I look upon their faces within their very souls and see contentment in their self percieved way of life no matter how jaded.. (among a great many other things) and I know no matter how I might wish for a taste of this all that I can do is to sit upon the edge of the circled pyre-light and observe



but there are most of these I see who wish they could caste aside this humanity to become a beast, they pretend they don't feel while offering an outpouring of emotion behind their facade..

I can only really hold contempt for this as these people ~not beasts~ have not contemplated nor cannot possibly understand all the implications of what they desire, of all they have to loose... least of all you know not what waits in the dark



for those who read this maybe it's time to show any such friends the joy within the pyre-light for there they can play within the cast light of ever changeing shadows

I still love this one so approprite





A Heathen Christmas!



Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the hall

Not a creature was stirring, not warrior nor thrall.

And I in my armour, my greaves and my helm,

Was drunker than anyone else in the realm.



I staggered upstairs and fell into bed

While four quarts of mead were ablaze in my head.

Then up from below came the sounds of a brawl

So I grabbed up my axe and ran down to the Hall.



I missed the last step and crashed down in a heap

Thinking "Why can't those low-lifes downstairs go to sleep!"

When what to my wondering eyes should appear

But two brawny strangers, wielding mallet and spear.



I said to myself "We'll soon have them beat!"

Then I noticed ten warriors laid out at their feet.

I gave out a yell and leapt into the fray....

I'll always regret my poor choice of that day.



For one laid his hammer to the side of my nose

And up, up, up to the rafters I rose.

Then came a lone frightened voice from the floor

"Those are no mortal warriors--- that's Odin and Thor!"



Then they looked at each other and they said "Battle's done.

Now they know who we are, it no longer is fun."

Then Thor raised his hammer, and his elbow he bent,

And with a loud crash, through the ceiling they went.



I crawled through the Hall and flung open the door,

Not really sure that I'd seen them before.

The snow bathed in starlight, the moon like a glede,

I saw them ride off on an eight-legged steed



And I heard them exclaim, ere they flew out of sight,

"TO HELA WITH CHRISTMAS, WE JUST LOVE A GOOD FIGHT !"