Brought to you by the Goth-O-Matic poetry generator, for Ken: He who’se smile taunteth me, who’se eyes flash with bitter mockery, who’se back hair singeth a siren’s song (and does the wave… it’s disturbing, but cool.) Devoid of Love the night falls without a sound, soulless are we. the salvation for which you sacrifice yourself flares once, then dies, smothered …
Dreams make no promises
And neither does love. People often think they are owed something because they love. It’s not true, it never was. When “I love you” really means “You owe me” it’s not love. It’s desperation, greed, insecurity. Dreams make no promises, and sometimes love is not enough. I’m sorry, but anybody who tells you otherwise is selling you something.
Recently my animal was asked what the terms of our contract were. She answered “None. We have no contract.” This has come as a surprise to a lot of people, and a few months ago it would have been unthinkable to me. She asked me how I’d describe it. “organic” was my answer. The best term for a process as …
Sound and Fury
I gave my presentation on Voice and Inflection at TES last night. It went splendidly. Much better than I could have expected. 50+ person turnout, with a minimum of numbnuts. Great audience response, good interaction, and a few helpful people in the crowd to intimidate to make a point otr two. I thought of my friend Jester, and wished he’d …
- Page 1 of 2