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Discordia at it's worst...brought to you by Kona
Written by: Spirit of Mirth and Mayhem, Kona, the Soul Stealer
Date: Friday, June 2nd, 2000
Addressed to: Everyone
my entries into Thakrens contest.
"Fly like a penguin"
My soul has a purpose one,
to steal the souls of everyone.
I sneak on by,
and snatch them high,
and bid them fly like a penguin!
Mine eyes are on blissful run,
Watching my life turn into none.
I jump a mile,
and crack a smile,
and bid them fly like a penguin!
My mind is not nearly done,
imagining, dreaming the sun.
I am white lie,
but I'll never die
So I bid thee Fly like a penguin!
okay, that was my poetry entry...and here's my short story thing...
The rally of lies kept him alive as he tumbled through life. His friends knew him as 'Appending'. At least, that's the name his mother gave him. He never really paid any attention to convention though, he was an individual. Yeah, you and everyone else.
He lived his life alone in his gray skin, and his gray face, pretending...sorrowing. Time...life...it was all getting to him. Questions arose that he didn't have the answers for. But one day...one day he was made to realize...
"Dude! It doesn't matter!" proclaimed the melodically-chaotic voice of the Rainbow-Laugher, The Goddess of Chaos."
It was a slap in the face with a fish..so to speak. He studied, he smiled, he reveled in the rainbow light of glorious Eris, and her technicolor chaos. Lifestyle changed...daily. No need for patterns! Break the Order! Down with 'authority'!
"Jackass," she muttered "you're so hot, you're cold. You need to relaaax"
Aaaah, the picture was sharper now; let it flooooow. Don't force it...Order and Chaos are equal in they eyes of the sacred Chao (mu). The primal chaos was a level deeper. Grooovy.
"Once again...you try too hard, Homesnake. Chill out. Don't squeeze it. It's like a poo...the more you try to force it out, the more it wants to crawl back up. But if you relax, and nurture your poo, er, chaos, (which isn't even YOUR'S anyway) it just flows out, and you have no need for silly this or thatenbrack. Fly like a penguin, man."
And he was floored.
<bow> there ye go. That's someone I know. *cough*
-->Kona the Diamante Soul Stealer, Kharonette<--
Penned by my hand on the 1st of Phaestian, in the year 249 AF.
Discordia at it's worst...brought to you by Kona
Written by: Spirit of Mirth and Mayhem, Kona, the Soul Stealer
Date: Friday, June 2nd, 2000
Addressed to: Everyone
my entries into Thakrens contest.
"Fly like a penguin"
My soul has a purpose one,
to steal the souls of everyone.
I sneak on by,
and snatch them high,
and bid them fly like a penguin!
Mine eyes are on blissful run,
Watching my life turn into none.
I jump a mile,
and crack a smile,
and bid them fly like a penguin!
My mind is not nearly done,
imagining, dreaming the sun.
I am white lie,
but I'll never die
So I bid thee Fly like a penguin!
okay, that was my poetry entry...and here's my short story thing...
The rally of lies kept him alive as he tumbled through life. His friends knew him as 'Appending'. At least, that's the name his mother gave him. He never really paid any attention to convention though, he was an individual. Yeah, you and everyone else.
He lived his life alone in his gray skin, and his gray face, pretending...sorrowing. Time...life...it was all getting to him. Questions arose that he didn't have the answers for. But one day...one day he was made to realize...
"Dude! It doesn't matter!" proclaimed the melodically-chaotic voice of the Rainbow-Laugher, The Goddess of Chaos."
It was a slap in the face with a fish..so to speak. He studied, he smiled, he reveled in the rainbow light of glorious Eris, and her technicolor chaos. Lifestyle changed...daily. No need for patterns! Break the Order! Down with 'authority'!
"Jackass," she muttered "you're so hot, you're cold. You need to relaaax"
Aaaah, the picture was sharper now; let it flooooow. Don't force it...Order and Chaos are equal in they eyes of the sacred Chao (mu). The primal chaos was a level deeper. Grooovy.
"Once again...you try too hard, Homesnake. Chill out. Don't squeeze it. It's like a poo...the more you try to force it out, the more it wants to crawl back up. But if you relax, and nurture your poo, er, chaos, (which isn't even YOUR'S anyway) it just flows out, and you have no need for silly this or thatenbrack. Fly like a penguin, man."
And he was floored.
<bow> there ye go. That's someone I know. *cough*
-->Kona the Diamante Soul Stealer, Kharonette<--
Penned by my hand on the 1st of Phaestian, in the year 249 AF.