the rules as writ are...good enough... some nerds, they stew to boost and buff- bad-ass home-brews are heady stuff! so our tables may pick and choose- some nerds, they stew bad-ass home-brews.
skinking through the streets of the Docks- loaded for bear, our pistols cocked; we've come prepared! the door's unlocked! we've caught our quarry unaware... loaded for bear, we've come prepared!
reminded of what i can do, in the harsh light of shadowed doubt, inertia i must now eschew to let these long dormant seeds sprout. in the harsh light of shadowed doubt doubt's demons must be exorcised, to let these long dormant seeds sprout thus ripping the caul from my eyes. doubt's demons must be exorcised; inertia i must now eschew thus ripping the caul from my eyes... reminded of what i can do.
these pictures and their thousand words the hypocrisy of black pots the calculus of stones and birds the nature of shiny ingots the hypocrisy of black pots the value of birds in bushes the nature of shiny ingots the kinship of shoves and pushes the value of birds in bushes the calculus of stones and birds the kinship of shoves and pushes these pictures and their thousand words
my eustachian tubes, they drain down my throat, thus resulting in a dry, wracking cough... everything tastes like dextromethorphan. that mild buzz, that muzzy head-space... nap(yawn)time.
heed now the portents! as the veil is effacing, life and death entwine. i m i n a lift your eyes in awe; observe these spectral wonders. walk this shadowed path. a k everyone must die. every soul shall dwell here. never forget this...
the gale roars, savage, ferocious - rage's will. i am transported, transcending sane thought. the root holds; peace, serenity - mind's anchor. i've found my tether, sublimating strife. the kite -is-... boundary rider, vagrant soul. should either force fail... i am all but lost.
the goblins did assail us, so i insulted one's mom - i did so one-two-three times and POP his head was gone. roasting wolf, in wafting smoke, besmirched the cloudless sky and with elric's final stroke our goblin prisoner died!
my eyes fly open;
then i have been disinterred
and all contracts have been met.
i am become death;
these binding spells unbind me
from this world i now predate.
just sometimes
night set turns
purple
over the hills
less of
shepherd pink
therein depth
speaks through
a view
catching your
knowing
through holes
in a net
never created
never for fishes