ooo... preetty bandwagon!
Jan. 31st, 2003 09:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spokegacked from iferion
speak of the wolfling
she went away,
and was never heard of more
the tales that would be told
were of the child she left behind
the child who had a wolf's yellow eyes
and the smile of something with the sort of mind
that never quite thought in the same way as you or i;
the wind was behind those pale golden eyes
the wind and the grass and the winter cloaked trees,
the dream of the hunter he'd grow up to be
the hate born of stories his mother would tell,
the sort of dark lullaby we would do well
to pass to our children, each as we pass on;
let there be no tomorrow if we are all gone
once upon a time, one Laguna the director muse went on a search of my head, to find someone who could be a little werewolf boy.
he came back yesterday with Kwai Chang Caine. and this thing. (points up)
me: "I'm going to have put a time limit on your searches, aren't I?"
Laguna, innocently :"What? It'll be... interesting sounding."
me, hands in head. "Just... go away right now. I'm sick, that's probably what happened, and... you... Go play with Aya and Irvine, alright?"
Laguna: "Who's Aya?" turns around, sees blonde with a gun from Parasite Eve. "Oh! What kind of gun is that?"
ow, ow, ow! this is a bad thing. i couldn't even play PE yesterday because the disc is fatally scratched up. (pause to remember yelling "nooooo" in Obi-Wan fashion) so i ended up playing PE2.
it is a poor substitute. i mean, i like the game okay, but i wanted to play the first one. i wanted the dark and the city streets, and Eve/Melissa singing. wahh!
now Laguna, Irvine and Aya are parked in the living room; Jessie and Billy from Xenogears are hovering about trying to get in; and Gerald Tarrant keeps popping into the discussion whenever he sees an interesting gun.
if this keeps up, i'm going to have a *&@#&* chapter of the NRA in my head.
(whimpers)
| This is my little bit of the Mandelbrot set. I got it from the mandelbit generator. You can get one there too. |
speak of the wolfling
she went away,
and was never heard of more
the tales that would be told
were of the child she left behind
the child who had a wolf's yellow eyes
and the smile of something with the sort of mind
that never quite thought in the same way as you or i;
the wind was behind those pale golden eyes
the wind and the grass and the winter cloaked trees,
the dream of the hunter he'd grow up to be
the hate born of stories his mother would tell,
the sort of dark lullaby we would do well
to pass to our children, each as we pass on;
let there be no tomorrow if we are all gone
once upon a time, one Laguna the director muse went on a search of my head, to find someone who could be a little werewolf boy.
he came back yesterday with Kwai Chang Caine. and this thing. (points up)
me: "I'm going to have put a time limit on your searches, aren't I?"
Laguna, innocently :"What? It'll be... interesting sounding."
me, hands in head. "Just... go away right now. I'm sick, that's probably what happened, and... you... Go play with Aya and Irvine, alright?"
Laguna: "Who's Aya?" turns around, sees blonde with a gun from Parasite Eve. "Oh! What kind of gun is that?"
ow, ow, ow! this is a bad thing. i couldn't even play PE yesterday because the disc is fatally scratched up. (pause to remember yelling "nooooo" in Obi-Wan fashion) so i ended up playing PE2.
it is a poor substitute. i mean, i like the game okay, but i wanted to play the first one. i wanted the dark and the city streets, and Eve/Melissa singing. wahh!
now Laguna, Irvine and Aya are parked in the living room; Jessie and Billy from Xenogears are hovering about trying to get in; and Gerald Tarrant keeps popping into the discussion whenever he sees an interesting gun.
if this keeps up, i'm going to have a *&@#&* chapter of the NRA in my head.
(whimpers)
