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*nods* agreeing with Big P's assement... rev...

AWESOME! That's one of the best metaphors for the spoken articulation of thought that I've ever seen. ...hmm or unspoken in this case... Bravo, write more. oh and welcome, revery the dreamlost "elegy and epitaph" the dreamcontinues...

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"Drive on...Drive on..." Nice three part progression Reminds me of Cain from the Old testament waking through time, spurned from God, but still wanting back into the good graces n'stuff... Um, on another level: Yeah, life can tough... Gotta keep moving forward, but what is forward really? and would you recognise it? my thoughts, rev...

being stuck in the friend zone always a sticky place to be... try leaving or hooking up with someone else... that always sends a message. rev...

neat how you tied the pen events together there... look forward to future developments... rev...

eh... i don't know. I guess you can't really say much about love if you've never really been in love... Though since the question was asked, I'll take the leap... Hmm, I think your poem treats love with with very harsh hand indeed: Dwelling only on the darkside which to me, seems more about "obsession, co-dependance, infatuation, and lust" rather than 'love...' which is supposed to be "selfless..." Translation: Love is giving, not recieving. And just maybe then, fate and fortune will abilge you, and let love come back around for you... To paraphrase the charactor Dan Fielding from the 80's sitcom "Night Court..." "No one will ever love me, Harry...because to be loved, you have to give love... and I'm incapable of that..." I think love can spring from many things. Acts of kindness, general selflessness, taking the time to care, being great at whatever you do and generally enjoying it... These things if done in earnest can inspire confidence, admiration, or receptacle actions on your behalf... Naive? I don't think so... Myself, I thought I was in love a few times in my life, but in highsight I think it was just infatuation...or not wanted to be alone...quote myself, "it's not that your lovely, it's just that your near..." Sick? Possibly... But, honestly i'm not so sure about anything anymore. Now "heartache," yeah, i've definetly felt heartache... That's an interesting combination of pain and saddness that I wish on no one... So am left to wonder? Well, if i felt heartache, as some point there must have been a grain of love there. Spurned though it was, there still must have been a quality of love there, no matter how small or brief since it allowed me to feel the pain of the rejection. It's not always rejection per se' though. Sometimes it more of a realization... A realization that you've just not seeing what's really there. All that aside, if you want to get a girl to like you more,* then make them feel special... Like they're the most important person in the world... of course, that usually requires a good memory and lot's and lot's of listening... *note: it helps a lot if there's already some interest shown on her part... my thoughts, rev...

Nothing wrong with being a patriot in my view... Patriotism is good so long as it is tempered with clear rational thought, and a decent grasp of history. Otherwise, you start delving blinding into that dangerous powder keg which only fanantical Nationalism can bring about... rev...

Yeah... Happy Birthday Nyyrak... Just one more year and your Legal! heh. rev...

welcome back, take a seat, and stay a while. rev...

Saw Napoleon Dynamite tonight... Great movie. you should all see it. rev...

hey vlad... hope you don't mind if i high-jack your thread for a minute: The Almond Experiment Morning all, this morning I woke and decided to have something differerent from breakfast. So i grapped my handy little raw food primer and looked up their "Crunchy nut cereal" recipe. From: from Chef suzanne alex ferrara "The Raw Food Primer" Tools Food processor dehydrator Ingrediats: Part I 1 Cup Almonds 1/2 cup pecans 1/2 cup walnuts 2 cups water(distilled perfered) 1/2 maple sugar Part II 1 cup golden flaxseed 2 more cups water 1/3 cup maple syrup 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon two pinches sea salt. Almond Milk for pouring afterwards (optional) makes 4 cups. Preperation First things first, I realize that there are only 1 of me, not four, so immediately divide everything by 4. Part I Their way: Recipe calls to Soak Almond, Pecans and walnut, and sunflowers in 2 cups of water for 6 to 8 hours. Rinse, drain, and chop coarsely. Toss the nut and and seed mixture in a bowl with the maple sugar and a pinch of salt. Dehydrate at 105 degrees for seven hours. Set aside... Part I My way: Soak for 6 to 8 hours??? Who has time for this. Take all listed nut ingrediants and mill loosely in Coffer Grinder. And maple sugar??? Um, guess my eyes skipped over that... So I used the maple syrup instead. Set all in a manual hand cranked food processor. Part II: Their Way Soak flaxseed in 2 cups water for 7 hours, then drain it and place it in a food processor with the maple syrup, cinnamon, and pinch of salt. Process for several minutes to make batter. Spread on solid dehydrator sheets. Dry 3 hours. Turn the batter over and place it on perforated dedhydrator sheets. Continue drying until it is completely crispy. Crumble into small flakes. Mix the flakes with dehydrated nut and seed mixture. Store in freezer. Um, what ended up happening Realized, I don't have a dehydrator. So just added everything into the hand cranked food processor... After few minutes of furious cranking, got frustrated and threw it all in a blender... After a few test whirls... decide that i was just one step away from a smoothy... So grabbed lot's of ice from freezer and blended all content together with a half cup of almond milk. End result: the nuttiest milk shake, i've ever tasted... Not bad though... Maple yummie... fun, fun rev...

i just love it when you all catch the things i miss... will fix... oh, and i just like loftly... it was an improvisation after all. but ya know, "ppl that think their elevated over other ppl or having a haughtly/overbearing nature" *** Weary are the the hands that hold the loftly ones so high and bold... To lift you up so far and high Think not upon the ones that die... Keep standing tall, since all you see Are lovely happy tragedies... And shattered hearts, sunk in the ground Will never reach, or make you frown...

***eh, got bored, decided to clean up the rhythm*** Weary are the the hands that hold the loftly one's so high and bold... To lift you up so far and high Think not upon the one's that die... Keep standing tall, since all you see Are lovely happy tragidies... And shattered hearts, sank in the ground Will never reach, or make you frown...

Sign me up as my main charator revery... good luck, rev...

Wavering slightly in the light of such attention turned back towards him, Revery beamed a bright blush of crisom... Raising slowing with a slight catch in his voice, he spoke, "Thank you my friends...I do not know if all have enjoyed what has passed this evening, but rest assured, I have enjoyed having you all here. I could not have asked for a more wonderful and talented group of people to work with tonight... So I thank you all again for coming: This concludes the Events of the Evening... Feel free to stay on and linger with your company as you desire. But, the staff and I shall be retiring soon. So, please show your appreciation to the your Hostress and staff who despite extraordinary circumstances managed to keep things running smoothly all night. With that the Dreamlost pulled out his Quill. "With this Quill, I have written many words..." Holding his hand flat, the Quill rose into the air and began to glow and spin. Increasing in momentum it started to spin faster, giving off a golden hue. Soon bright letters started to stream out from the golden whirlwind. Words formed. Golden words alighting into the air, dancing about for the illumanition of all... The Dawning ~ Bubble ~ Mr. Machine ~ Marker Clown ~ Jackie Boy ~ Patchup ~ Over ~ Alone, but only just so Signe's Lament ~ Air ~ Long distance ~ Seldom ~ Satellite Star ~ Twilight Wishes ~ Christmastime ~ Owe domina accipiter ~ Candle Bright ~ Michele ~ Bell ~ Neglect ~ Stay Awake Aestas ~ Summercolds ~ Casey I and II Friendship's Fast ~ The Dreamlost ~ Echo ~ Thirst ~ The Axe ~ Intro ~ Again ~ Castle Walls ~ Pass ~ Traveling ~The Sea ~ Once a time ~ Lighta ~ Remembered Stream ~ Stand ~ Talking to Joan Streams of Things ~ Fate ~ Fell ~ Oh Tell Me ~ Walking ~ Wonderful sight you are to me. Melody's grasp ~ Strike a Light ~ You Do ~ Emerald ~ Artemis and Apollo ~ Paths ~ Hold ~ The Runner ~ Across the way ~ Flicker ~ Once Protege Protege Crimson Kings ~ Sand ~ Grasp ~ Imperial Blues Chapel Davie Poplar "These are the chapters I've written with the Quill of the Pen. I truely cherish the light which helped spark them, but it is now time to pass the inspiration on to others... So now I relinquish my quill's energy to the present and future Quillbearers of the Pen... May the inspiration it gives, be three-fold what was given to me..." Wine Glasses suddenly appeared on every table. Taking up his glass and raising it, Revery toasted, "To the Pen..." "THE PEN!" ...

which ever dream sings more true to your nature... follow that one. Have a gander at my reasoning throughout my dilemas: decisions, decisions posts... One the thoughts running through my head when I finally decided to leave the Military went something like this: You have to take your risks while you're young enough to recover from them. And I'm 27. In other words, your 19. You have PLENTY of up time left. rev...

yea! Happy Happy :wizzie: rev...

Picking up on the confused silence, Revery took the microphone back from The Mighty Lawn Dart. "Ahem, Ladies and Gentleman will you please direct your attention towards the Stone Balcony above." The lights of the hall dimmed some as the Balcony was spot lighted. A spotted Owl hooted in protest... "Hooot HooOOOTT!" Revery quickly had the spot light turned back off, "Oh sorry about that my friend..." Recovering the Dreamlost began again, "Our Special Guest will now be preforming a 'specially prepared Poetry Show Case...Will everyone please rise and give a warm welcome to our Featured Performer: The one, the only Cyril DarkCloud." The thunder rolled and boomed againts the walls of the conservatory as a small swirl of wind descended around those in attendance. Revery quickly seated himself as the Poet rose from the Balcony's stone bench. This should be fun, he thought...

After the considerable applause had died down, Revery once again took the Stage: "Ladies and Gentleman, let us not forget the prize. As our the first ever Slam Champion: Mira will be recieving a very special multi-part critical analysis from the Pen's very own Cyril Darkcloud." Revery paused, as a few people applauded and hollared. "...but wait that's not all, As our first ever champion, Mira will also be recieving his very own unique item born right out of the heart of dreamlost lore..." Revery motioned forward as Decoy a.k.a. The Mighty Lawn Dart presented himself with package in hand. "Tell him what's he's won, Decoy." Decoy broke the binding on the small box and then lauched into his description: **O.O.C. heh, i decided to rewrite in one my old bits. Original can be found here*** That's right Mira, You not only recieve a first-rate critique for the reknowed Windbringer, but you also recieve this very fine role of medical tape. Yes, medical tape. The Dreamlost himself designed and modified this one role specifically for this event to be Everlasting. Why Medical Tape you ask? Well, why not? You can never have enough of it. Oh some may swear by duct tape, electrical tape, or god help us scotch, but none have the funtionability or adaptability of a good OLE roll of medical tape. Just think of the possibilities, they're endless. And with this roll being Ever-Lasting you can pursue each and every last one of them... It's perfect. Need to stop a leak on a fuel injector, slap some medical tape on it. Running out of stickers to label you diskettes and file folders, throw some medical tape on it. Got a cut: medical tape. Just had an arm blow off and don't have the heart to cauterize it: Lots of medical tape. Run out of white-out to forge you doctors notes via a copying machine. Aided by good ole ingenuity and a little know-how, medical tape can help. But wait there's more: its water resistant, user friendly, and it comes off in easy to tear customizable strips. Our reseachers had the foresight to create it in the happy neutral color of white: STANDARD. It’s becomes what you make it. You can write on it, draw on it, color on it, and not to mention, create all manner of mummy constructions. The dreamlost swear by it and you will too. And because of your stellar performance it's all yours, absolutely free. So count yourself very fortunate indeed. Decoy placed the small Tape Canister in Mira's hand as ackward silence seemed to fall over the crowd.

Meanwhile, in the Dreamlost Relm :~~~Excerpted from Decoy a.k.a. the Mighty Lawn Dart Offical Duty Log/Traveling Companion Diary~~~: Last Entry: Made on 201218 JUN 05 Pen time Thank the stars, Castle Dreamlost has finally quieted down. The whole day had been one crisis after another. Thankfully, the various Captains of the Guard, and Vice-lords still adhered to a strict chain of command... It took some doing, but the Old Steward was finally able to convince the Military that we were not, in fact, at war or that, there was no insurrection clamoring outside the gates. Still, no one inside the fortress seemed convinced until the old stone structure finally stopped shaking... Brave words and pronouncements may bring a small measure of order, but there's just something unnerving, about being inside a "Living" castle, when it's shaking itself to pieces... Oh, well Commander Quest did a fine job of keeping the spirits up. The Dreamlost should be pleased on his return. Already half the treasury and food stocks had been recovered...though a small contingent of peasants still refused to leave the inner keep. They mumbled something about solidarity among fellow proletariats and squatter's rights... Anyway, we just received word, from the Slam Quest. The Master writes that things are going well, and he wishes we were here. Well actually not so much as wishes as Commands...and turns out by 'we' he means 'me.' Apparently, I'm supposed to transport this package to the Conservatory. Rather small thing, really. Oh well, off to the Conservatory...

funny how some of the people lampooning quests are the ones that never had to do one... *shruggs* Anyways, good for you Yan... Oh and just so you know... Writer's block is no big deal... I've been here a for a decent while now, and during that time had writer's block for like a year and half... So you're in good company... rev...

Revery and Sweetcherrie made their way back to the Conservatory. They walked along the tree-lined path in the comfort of the cool night… As they approached the entrance, Revery could not help but notice a small column of smoke billowing out into the night. “I wonder what’s been happening, Sweet…” Sweetcherrie, shrugged, “Who knows?” Fountain burst through the door stopping the two… The lad motioned wildly as he tried to explain, “Revery, don’t get mad, see there was dynamite loose on the floor… Then Red Pepper started exploding everywhere… and Falling Mistrals upset Dyna-Cart™ which sent Crow Children flying about just after the kitchen exploded..." Revery waved him off, “Whoa there, Fountain slow down…” The boy then composed himself and explained how the hissing bag had started all the commotion. Revery started to flush a little, but Sweetcherrie gave him a supportive squeeze on the arm… The dreamlost sighed, “Well, I guess it doesn’t matter really, so long as no one was seriously injured…right?” Fountain replied, “Well the kitchen’s looks like a hurricane blew through it, and Thomas may walk with a limp for a while... and Nyyark and Zariah are a little singed, but none the worse for wear.” Revery nodded, “Well, okay I can fix some of that…but after I make the announcement.” And with that the three, proceeded into the Conservatory… Revery walked straight over to the microphone and made a call for everyone’s attention… They’ve had to wait long enough, he thought: Ladies and Gentlemen of the Pen, if I can please have your attention. I know things got exciting there for a few minutes, and I apologize from my brief absent. However, I have good news. The judges have reached a decision. He looked over at the judges’ table for conformation: Vlad gave him slight nod of approval, Ayshela titled her coffee cup up under a weary smile, and Sweetcheerie just smiled warmly. But before we proceed, let my once again thank all the Slam Poets for coming out... Will the poets please stand and remain standing as I recognize them. Loki, your words engaged the mundane and turned it towards inspiration. Always a pleasure... Mira, your Muse in contemplation delighted us with her fickle nature and you illustrated how a moment freedom sometimes is just a matter of perspective… Gabriel/Horace, you charmed us with the briefest of lights, then left us wanting for more… Drummodo, your straight forward and honest freestyle approach reminded us all just how thirstily we are as writers… Cryptomancer, The timelessness of lovers snatch at dreams lost at edge of day: Lovely. Then setting the simple blight of a runner to the beat of a small epic… Wonderful. I have tried similar, but never managed to pull it off, cheers. Let’s give them all a round of applause. Revery waited for the applause the die town and the poets to reseat themselves. Yet, there can only be one winner this evening. Ladies and Gentleman: The winner and champion of the first Annual Dreamlost Slam Quest is none other than the Co-Guild-leader from the Articulate Artisans of Alliteration: The poet and wordsmith: Mira Take a bow Mira, you've earned it.

"Watch out... Move! Hot Cart here...Out the Way!" Fountain ran about frantically pushing the dynamite laden cart around...looking for a safe place to dispose of it... He zipped past the entrance to the Assembly room with Dyna-cart noisily clanking against the walls... He tried his best to bank between the passersby and hard turns as much as he could...but came awfully close to sideswiping the few Pennite in the process... Fountain continued to yell warnings as the sparks hissed and spluttered ominously...as the Pennites tried to scamper out of his way. Happy Buddha was just exiting the Banquet Hall as Fountain and Dyna-Cart™ approached... "Look out!" fountain yelled, but to no avail... The boy and cart collided right into the colossal Pen member. Happy Buddha gave a slight "oft" sound. As Cart and all bounced off his substantial girth, then the Happy Buddha Belly sent them bounding back into the direction from whence they came... "Sorry," the boy called back over his shoulder as he continued to run. Fountain unconsciously made his way back to the conservatory in a round about kind of way... He arrived at the back entrance bursting into the back stock room that paralleled the kitchen and staff area... Boxes of Aprons, Menus, and various codement and paper napkin holder containers exploded as fountain and the hissing-cart collide into and through them... About the same time at the extreme opposite end of the stock room, Thomas the Minstrel was fetching a few canisters of red pepper from one of the top shelves while leaning off a precariously placed ladder. Fountain and cart were fast making their way towards the Minstrel. Taken off balance from the commotion below, Thomas fell, pulling down several canisters and breaking them open in the process. "Ouch!" he yelled, " Hey watch where you going!!!" Fountain shot back an apologetic look, but was immediately overtaken by a furious fit of sneezing in the red-pepper haze that now engulfed the both of them. Unable to see now with eyes burning and still sneezing Fountain lost control of Dyna-Cart™ and sent it flying, Happy-Hissing-Sticks and all through the Kitchen Door... *** Zariah and Nyyrak were still struggling to get out of the cauldron as the Mighty Dragonic Laden Shiny Happy Dyna-Cart™ bounded in. Nyyark glanced over Zariah's shoulder, caught of glimpse of the fast approaching ready-made explosion on wheels... "Get down," he yelled and threw what he could of himself over the crow girl. "What are you doing," she yelled back... Just then, the cart ran head long into a cauldron forcing it over on its side as the lethal contents of the cart were catapulted in the air... BOOOOM! *** Fountain still sneezing ran into the Kitchen... "Hello, Anyone in here??? Is everyone all right..." he yelled

Revery paced around the corridor immediatly outside the Conservatory... He liked walking, it cleared his head, even if he was only doing circles... The clouds from slight fit he had been in eailer, still lingered some... So he walked... It also gave him time to observe some. Peering in the doors and random windows that passed by, he observed, that Fountain was no where in sight. "I wonder where he went off to," he thought *** Fountain, had been bussing tables near the bar. He really hated it cleaning up after people... It just seemed so...Icky... Especially ash trays... and the all the hissing crankling sparks... "hissing sparks?" He looked over his shoulder and saw the Almost dragonic Elder and Scarlet arguing over what appeared to be a big bag of shiny happy DYNAMITE... People started to scatter... Fountain decided that he should do something about this, Revery was still a little miffed, and if he realized what was going on, there was no telling what he do this time... Thankfully the Dreamlost was no where to be seen... "Probably lost in his own thoughts again," the boy mused... Taken bold and uncharacteristic action, Fountain lunged for the bag between the two and plunged it into his bus-boy cart's drink pail... About that time, he realized that Gun-powder still burns underwater... So with a frantic yelp, he furiously sped off Under-Water-Shiny-Happy-Dynamite bus-boy cart and all towards the conservatory doors... Ever when clear of the grand hall, he kept running... searching his mind for a safe place to displose of the now lethal cart... ***