Ozymandias

Ah, now wonder the setting the speaker was pining for sounded so unfamiliar. The mixture of elements in the description of the places(?) is my favorite part. Sea snakes, the tree, the breeze, a cat, mandrake, wind chimes...they fit together in a fascinating unspoken way that leaves them still enticingly incongruous. Must read story now!

This one I'll have to reread more times than this to fully understand, but it's got such a storyteller by the fire voice, that I think I'll enjoy it every time. :>)

Despite its length, it reads like an epic. And I do mean this in a good way- scope of story told, what story is told...hm. Perhaps ballad with an epic premise? Hard to explain really, but it feels like a well-bred hybrid of classic myth/parable. I say this, too, being one with a longtime love of Aesop, epic fantasy, native american legend, greek myth, and epic poetry (though very few of those).

it is easier to be positive after you've bathed. keep your spine bent in as few directions as possible. well-timed nonsense can do much. when someone or something bothers you, speak out early. do not drink coffee when you are hungry and anxious.

Out I want Out of here Ah that one loosened a tooth I think Blood sweet sour and tangy like a knife in my mouth my eyes blur with each impact Eyes Vision Vision Out Keep it together I'm You're not getting out of here early so use the time plan wait remember add subrtract multiply erase Ha Out will come soon enough For now the orderlies enter even now with their normal ruthless effieciency biting not so rewarding as hitting the walls of my white white room I broke my ribs too one for you and you and you the pain reminds me kicks thrown in for good measure have to keep them alert for the dangerous ones they'll reset my teeth like always and I will smile my gratitude to them as I wait and watch and think of the day for the day I am out Glorious days ahead I have plenty of time to plan you're asleep but I am always awake

Routh Kurston Spice merchant in his middle age. Thick brown hair that he wear down to his shoulders, yet is not only flecked with grey, is begining to recede across his scalp. Slightly wrinkled around the eyes and mouth. . Calm to the point of seeming perpetually sleepy. Polite, slow to act, honest. Reaction is a bit faster than his actions. Wears fine fabrics all the time. Works equally with perfumers and farmers.

...found love in the eyes of a toy rabbit? ...wanted to punch someone in the nose for using improper grammar? ...had imaginary people beg you for a place to live? ...had hunt's manwich make your day? ...made gnomic conversation a hobby? ...studied fighting a dog barehanded, just in case?

A epic to describe the human soul? The best I've yet read.

When someone yout trust cousels exercising patience, do it. Do the dishes in sunlight unless absolutely necessary.. pickles are an excellent palate cleanser. garlic is an unreliable decongestant.

...played the sock game? ...tried tensing all the muscles in your hands and fingers wihtout moving your hands or fingers? ...have ever felt phantom jewlerly?

...realized you prospered from your torment? ...been praised for your command of a language you don't know? ...lived more with someone in days than you have in years? ...stood on your roof in the rain, just to see what it was like?

She hides in very strange places, you must always be on watch, ready to spring at a moment's notice. I've found her in my mood, in music, in the occasional movie, in love, in death, and most recently, in s friendship. Be ever vigilant, and do not hesitate to chase.

I'm in. :>)

chanting "orifice" to yourself whilst browsing the comptuing section of a bookstore is not necessarily a good idea when sitting about three feet from your computer monitor, staring hard at it for over an hour, turn on a light there will aways be opportunities to learn patience. Whether you want them or not.

*sings "If I had a hammer..."*

*does a little tap-dance* But I'm still olderrrrrr! Hotcha! Many happy returns of the day! GET CAKE FACED!

I scream I cry I shout I fight I want to take you in my arms I'll kill everything that hurts I'll make the pain go away draw blade draw sword draw breath we fight I fight you fight I fear that after death I talk I laugh I see I look away stones cry and dead pray one against one hundred three thousand to one million justice is stronger truth so much bigger I am so very small we drop like flies you and I dust blown away in the wind of the oncoming train I scream You scream They're dying everywhere they can't see it and don't care smile on the outside dessicant in the middle it has to stop we're better this is bigger there is more to life than this I can cut I can sweep I sleep occasionally the madness must end will not by my hand scream cry scream try

...really pondered the full ramifications of humans becoming immortal? ...set up a zombie plague outbreak escape plan? ...dearly wished for companionship and for everyone to just go away- at the xact same time, with equal intensity? ...have you ever loved so much it's kept you awake?

Guido obligingly stands up, and he and Ozymandias haul Falcon to his feet. While the Loremaster finally reclothes himself, Guido signals to one of the barmaids, who sits Falcon2001 down in front of a still-steaming chesburger, yam french fries, and tankard of Mountain Dew. "Welcome back, Mister Falcon! So nice to see so many old friends around! I've got to rush, but you just call if you need anything!" Guido guffawed and clapped the young man on the shoulder as Falcon looked with relief at his abrupt meal. "Ha! Always said youse alright, kid!" (She's out there, Big F. Just keep looking, and you'll find her. )

*offers hand* Congratulations.

yeah, what tanny said. {:>)

O_O "Guido! NOW" With an impressively wolfish grin (for a guniea pig- giant or no!!) Guido sprang from his hiding place at Falcon, taking him down in the most graceful and lung-emptying flying tackle anyone had ever seen outside of avian football leagues. Several onlookers applauded. Zool gave it a 9.5, Appy an 8, and one confused chap gave it a towel. Hands folded behind his back, Ozymandias strode casually to where a very smug indeed pinstripe-clad guinea pig sat comfortably on Falcon2001's chest. He knelt next to the gasping scribe, who rather looked as if he was still trying to process what had just happened. "Hallo, Falc. Good to see you! Sad though it is, I understand you cannot stay. ...surely you weren't going to leave without having a cheeseburger, though?" (Good to have evryone back, even if only for a visit! )

I emote much more than think when I write poetry (perhaps all my writing...?), and am VERY pleased this time it gelled so well with my premise. *bows* Thankee kindly for telling me (otherwise, I *wouldn'tve* known)..

A wall? Is that anything like a-wasail?

Thank you. Glad you enjoyed. :>) ~