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  1. Kudos (I lost track of the number, haha)

    I have made a few kudos blogs for members of Litnet, whose qualities were etched forever into my corner of the internet, where a passing wanderer may happen upon them.
    But there is one who is not of Litnet, but who has seen my blog, that I feel deserves an enduring testament to her greatness. And that is my Sunshine.
    Perhaps I have mentioned her before, perhaps not. She is a guardian of many names. She is Mrs. Allen. She is my orchestra teacher. She is Sunshine. You wonder why I call
  2. "Amor a Primera Vista" (5)

    It's the penultimate instalment everyone.

    The night had ended for most people; only a small group of Spanish men in their sixties lingered behind, drinking liquors and smoking cigars. There were a small number of waiters and waitresses dotted about the terrace collecting glasses and wiping down the tables.

    I walked through the clear glass doors and saw him sat on the stage by the balcony, looking out onto the bay with his phone in hand. I walked slowly across ...
  3. Pink Ice

    by , 11-16-2008 at 04:21 PM (Poetry, Random Thoughts & Ramblings)
    Stained with life that lives no more
    Disfigured forms scar the earth’s floor
    None will be seen till the spring thaw
    Showing evidence of another bloody war

    Snow stained carnage yet again
    Showing man’s lust for pain
    And to what is the gain?
    None! It’s just man’s game

    Ice so lightly stained in pink
    Tainted water unfit to drink
    And snow covered in life’s ink
    Even more into depravity we sink

    Blanket ...
  4. Comedy & Dramady

    Comedy & Dramady

    happy; amusement
    laughing; healing; uplifting
    foolish; cheerful; tension; somber
    gripping; anticipating; heightening
    climax; heavy
    My Poetry
  5. [a004]

    by , 11-16-2008 at 03:15 PM (Writings (of old and present) & Futuristics~)
    II, b
    Dois tripulantes ilustres

    "Você está pretendendo deixar sob custódia o preceptor da princesa de Rubia, e a filha dele?!", diz Egar, com um certo pudor. "Certo: quando eu poderia confiar que o nosso amigo Dêrmot deixaria isso em segredo por muito tempo?!", Pelageu desabafa, depois de muito ter vindo de ouvir falações do comerciante de bordo. Bóreas estava presente; estavam apenas os três. "Ele não falou nada porque quis, Pelageu: eu o inquiri. ...