How the time for dreams of the future seems to slip past unnoticed, until in reviving them a man realizes, with a shock, that the privilege is no longer his to entertain, that it belongs to those younger faces he sees on all sides, laughing in the tavern and on the streets, running wild.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
A breath of fresh air
Saw it in a bar.Loved it.
Peter's Laws
(The Creed of the Sociopathic Obsessive Compulsive)
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Growing up at the speed of light....
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Ninja robots-I Loved it as a kid
Inertia
Saturday, March 21, 2009
PLEASE EXPLAIN....
"You may be written this way
Spun in strands sewn in thread
Blood woven to the child you once were
Huddled in the fold of night
And the demons beyond the corner
Of your eye stream down
A flurry of arachnid limbs
Twisting and tumbling you tight
To feed upon later.
You may be written this way
Stung senseless at the side of the road
Waylaid on the dark trail
And the recollections beyond the corner
Of your eye suckle in the mud
Dreadful fluids seeping
From improbable pasts
And all that might have been.
You would be written this way
Could you crack the carcass
And unfurl once more
The child you once were"
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Random
In my dreams I come face to face with myriad reflections of myself, all unknown and passing strange. They speak unending in languages not my own and walk with companions I have never met, in places my steps have never gone.
-Rhivi saying
Monday, March 9, 2009
Just this once more....
Random
Friday, February 27, 2009
Malazan
'Yes,' said Caladan Brood, 'you never learn.'"
— Steven Erikson