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| Blogging my blog. |
Well, I've recently been a bit more active on MySpace for some godforsaken reason. However, something halfway decent has come out of it. Making fun of stupid people! Hurray! Basically I have begun to muck through the scum of MySpace and find some truly choice specimens. Then, I link to them in one of my blogs and give a basic review of the blog. I have dubbed this: MySpace Greats. Go on, check it out here.
And if anyone finds any other noteworthy profiles, send 'em my way! I'll be sure to give you the credit for the find, though you may not want it...
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posted by JavaBomberman @ 2:34 AM   |
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| Friday, November 25, 2005 |
| Falaren of the Wood |
For as long as anything had been, so too had Falaren. That is not to say he was immortal, as all that ever is, does soon perish; but what lingers beyond and within that which can be seen and felt cannot be contained nor qualified like those of material existence. And so it is that what exists after, before, and between a life of flesh or wood or light is something that holds more than simple earthly sensation and being. Falaren, like the infinite multitudes before and after him, was now as he once was and undoubtedly will be an infinite amount of times again: A purpose. A purpose that spawns will and substance. This is just an accounting of once again what always is:
Something changed. The idea lingered but a moment in Falaren's mind before it was dismissed. He didn't particularly care what had changed, and certainly with the forest canopy rushing up towards him, he didn't have the time even if he had wanted to care.
He lithely flipped his body so that he now faced the treetops that sped towards him. Without thought, he knew that Seria, his immense eagle companion was swooping down to slow his fall. As he passed the first branches during his descent, Seria clamped her mighty claws around his shoulders and flapped her giant wings against the force pulling Falaren down. Quickly calculating the best course of action, Falaren called upon the power the spirits allowed him. With a few words and deft hand movements, the trees around Falaren suddenly erupted in motion. The branches started to curve towards him, entangling him as he fell. He slowed quickly and painfully, as the branches didn't take any care to make his abrupt stop very comfortable. Letting out a bloodied cough and gathering himself up onto some of the outstretched branches, Falaren found himself looking down some one hundred or so feet towards the forest floor. Better to hit a few branches than the unforgiving earth. He looked up, noticing that Seria had perched herself just above the newly tangled branches of the trees. He nodded at her; she gave a shrill call and took flight towards the open sky.
As Falaren reached the safety of flat ground, he took in the sensations of the forest all around him. This was his domain. This was his reason for being. He was the keeper and guardian of these woods, and he would keep them safe from whatever unnatural occurrances dared to threaten their life and longevity.
With a familiar duty set in mind, Falaren began to make his way through his woods. He set out to keep the natural balance intact, and wondered where this task would take him first.Labels: dungeons and dragons, fiction |
| posted by JavaBomberman @ 12:16 AM |
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| Sunday, November 20, 2005 |
| your mom. |
"We demand better wages."
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| posted by JavaBomberman @ 1:22 PM |
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| Friday, November 18, 2005 |
| "The time has come," the walrus said. |
| Well, time flies when you've lost your mind. It seems I am no longer living in an apartment with Jimmy. As I look around, I notice a cat that is familiar. She lived with me once, some time ago. She lives here now, but I don't. I see a large fish tank with a variety of fish. They are pleasing to the eyes. I hear the movements of a trio of rats, caged. They requested sunflower seeds, but I got them some other type of seeds, small and white and oblong. I believe they like them just fine. The contents of two bags and a laundry basket make up my belongings, save for some delicious coconut butter cookies from Nature's Best. I recommend them highly at only $1.89. The rest of me is waiting in an uncle's living room, stagnant. I will wait about twice again as long as I've waited so far, and perhaps live with a man named Eric. He is a salesman/stock guy. He is payed far less than he deserves, as most of us would claim. Perhaps when that time comes, I will emerge again into the scene with a fiery vengeance. I feel I owe it to my people, and the people of other people. Look for me again someday soon, I may be closer than you realize. Labels: life |
| posted by JavaBomberman @ 10:21 PM |
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