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rexe at 10:00pm on 30/11/2002
rexe at 10:00pm on 30/11/2002Jere going back to college tommorow. Talking LoTR Extened. Baka. Group orgy - shi, me, and obi wan kenobi.
Now for a little story:
Fear to Stray BY Moi
Come by the fire. Come to the hearth. Let me sing my songs to you. Let me tell you my stories for you to keep. Expect me on the stormiest of nights. The worst, the saddest, the most bleak. I'll be the small spark that can keep you going till the sun comes out again.
Hear the bard’s tale. I come with news. I come with joys, I come with sorrows. If it pleases you I will spin you a tale of high adventure and romance. Of the dreamers, the lovers, and the oppressed.
For one night, you are mine. I will captivate you with each word. On your faces the smiles and looks of fear will slowly creep. You will soon come closer together reaching not for the warmth of the fire or your fellow neighbor but for that steadfast rock that will keep you anchored.
All who ever heard the bard’s tale know not to wander to deep in its forest of lies. For they know of how the stories can grab you and take you away from your reality and twist it. Those lost in madness came to close to the fire, to close to the unimaginable.
You are allowed to stray the line. Return to the path quickly enough.
Promise me children, promise me never to stray to long.
Remember the little children who strayed from the path? Remember how they thought it would be fun if their parents would play hide and seek with them? Remember how the little children were never seen again?
People call me a magister, a mage, a demon, the demon, magician, sorcerer, but in reality I am but a simple man trying to make it in this ever growing world. I'm the last of the philosophers. The last of the great thinkers. My stories may sound childlike, but it seems the simplest thought that could change a whole would comes from a child.
I do not need larger words, and symbols to convey simple thoughts. Only adults search for such devices. Yet still adults come to my fire. Come to my hearth. Still searching for a way to stray just a bit from the path.
Now for a little story:
Fear to Stray BY Moi
Come by the fire. Come to the hearth. Let me sing my songs to you. Let me tell you my stories for you to keep. Expect me on the stormiest of nights. The worst, the saddest, the most bleak. I'll be the small spark that can keep you going till the sun comes out again.
Hear the bard’s tale. I come with news. I come with joys, I come with sorrows. If it pleases you I will spin you a tale of high adventure and romance. Of the dreamers, the lovers, and the oppressed.
For one night, you are mine. I will captivate you with each word. On your faces the smiles and looks of fear will slowly creep. You will soon come closer together reaching not for the warmth of the fire or your fellow neighbor but for that steadfast rock that will keep you anchored.
All who ever heard the bard’s tale know not to wander to deep in its forest of lies. For they know of how the stories can grab you and take you away from your reality and twist it. Those lost in madness came to close to the fire, to close to the unimaginable.
You are allowed to stray the line. Return to the path quickly enough.
Promise me children, promise me never to stray to long.
Remember the little children who strayed from the path? Remember how they thought it would be fun if their parents would play hide and seek with them? Remember how the little children were never seen again?
People call me a magister, a mage, a demon, the demon, magician, sorcerer, but in reality I am but a simple man trying to make it in this ever growing world. I'm the last of the philosophers. The last of the great thinkers. My stories may sound childlike, but it seems the simplest thought that could change a whole would comes from a child.
I do not need larger words, and symbols to convey simple thoughts. Only adults search for such devices. Yet still adults come to my fire. Come to my hearth. Still searching for a way to stray just a bit from the path.