Can't think of a way to kill Pen... Hmm.... kill me instead till then... The ever immortal Goddess of Death and Destruction... Shinigami..
Can't think of a way to kill Pen... Hmm.... kill me instead till then... The ever immortal Goddess of Death and Destruction... Shinigami..
"I'd rather be hated for hu i am, than loved for hu I'm not"
"I may run and hide, but I NEVER tell a lie"
The Death-Goddess Falls
The ever immortal Goddess of Death and Destruction—Shinigami,
A poor, pathetic excuse for a Goddess of Death was she!
All she had to do was slay Pendragon, yet she struck an enigma,
And unable to decide on his fate, she left the Dragon be.
A Dragon left unslain is a deadly foe to leave behind one,
Immortal themselves, unless slain by the very Gods.
All teeth and claws, fire and scales, weighing many a ton—
Against such even Gods face very long odds.
Shinigami should never have turned her back upon the egg-born,
For cunning lies within those burning orbs.
Now with her all unaware of his arise, he attacked with scorn,
And much of her power was just absorbed.
Beware that thou never arouse a Dragon’s ire:
Hell hath no fury like a Dragon’s fire…
Pendragon
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Pendragon, whose alter ego
Manifests now but in poem
After many years of searching
Has at least there found a home.
Terrorizing unsupecting
Readers of literature
Now he roams from his father-mind
The much-dreaded Godfeather.
Beware, in night, his sharp beak-dent
The florid penguin coat
and worst of all, from some dark alley
that monstrous accent!!
The Godfeather, who has diseased
His poor once-great creator
Who now can only speak in rhyme
And Evil-Penguinese!
No day but today
-God is real, unless proclaimed integer-
There was an explosion is space last night. We have it "on the record" that a comet crashed into Space Station Mir, killing all aboard. "Off the record", a source tells us that Aimus the Martian King had another "accident" at the "Martian Knives Works" which resulted in the destruction of the space station. Whichever is true, Mir is now toast...
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Pen changed his name to Seymour for some odd reason and was promptly set upon by a large, hungry plant. The plant is reported to be in stable condition, no word on Pen.
"It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes."
Douglas Adams
"Frivolity is a stern taskmaster."
Zippy the Pinhead
~Posting images tutorial~
now, wait one cotton-pickin' minute! Didn't you already die? Well, fine. After figuring out how to un-shrink herself, she lived a while longer, but at a reduced size, and was mistaken for a dog toy. A policeman picked her up in a store, and took her home for his police dog to play with . . . fortunately, her death was caused by fright, not mauling. Fido wasn't even interested!
A bit that I wrote: Vanilla Ice Cream. Comments and critique welcomed! :-)
That is the beauty of this thread, zanna. You can "die" but you always get to come back again. See, like now. You just evaporated due to being struck by a very small, inconspicuous yet deadly bolt of lightning. Weird....
"It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes."
Douglas Adams
"Frivolity is a stern taskmaster."
Zippy the Pinhead
~Posting images tutorial~
Perhaps she-who-will-not-be-named will die from a rampant crumpled horned shnorcack that was angered by Snape's greasy hair glinting in the light. Or maybe not. ^_^
A cruel law by a cruel dictator has been passed..
"Burn All The Books!" quoth he.
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive!
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
The Warrior Maiden Falls
Her twin katana poised before her like fangs,
The Warrior Maid moves through the mist like smoke—
Her feet find sure footholds among the rocky snags,
Eyes and ears alert for the moment she must deliver the death-stroke.
A warrior by birth and a warrior by choice and training,
No fear in her heart as she nears the monster’s cave.
Her movements are smooth, not labored or straining—
Her emotions controlled, the Cherry Blossom unafraid.
The sharp katana bite deep as the monster strikes,
Foiled in its plan to take the maiden by surprise.
Now the dance is cold steel against unearthly spikes—
And the maiden and monster stare coldly into each other’s eyes.
But skilled as she was, the warrior maiden could not defeat this beast:
But they will tell tales of her courage for centuries at least…
Pendragon
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
That red fella looks familiar...
PENDRAGON:
The fearsome Pendragon
Found an end to his pain,
Run down in the streets, listening to
"Life in the Fast Lane."
Por una cabeza
Si ella me olvida
Qué importa perderme
Mil veces la vida
Para qué vivir
Noble archer who battled with the deadly beast
Too bad it wasn't the monster who was served at a feast
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Hmmm, Pnuemonia really is a funny thing at first you think its just a cold thats making you sneeze. Then, you're dead
There once was a scotsman named Drew
Who put too much wine in his stew
He felt a bit drunk
And fell off his bunk
And landed smack into his shoe ~(C) Ms Niamh Anne King
PAM died laughing to the point of choking at a poor person who fell down the stairs, just like his Avvy.
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
A Deathly Drama
Since this will be an Opera, all the lines must be able to be sung.
We open our sad story at the end, when our heroine is dying.
She was brave and she was bold, and for her the Death Angel feared to come—
Even as she gasped her last out on the battlefield where she was lying.
She always faced up to her fears and she did not loose her courage even at the end.
She stared into the Mouth of Hell, and still she pressed her battle forward.
Undaunted by the odds against her, she never once gave thought that this time she might not win—
Eyes ablaze with noble purpose, she struggled forward onward, oh, ever onward!
Alas it was not meant to be, she faced the darkness and it overpowered her.
Mortal-wounded still she strove even in death to strike her foe as well.
But the wound was just too deep and much too wide, the flames rose to devour her.
And with her life’s blood dripping from her heart our heroine stumbled and she fell!
Hark, oh, hark, I hear softly whispered in the skies above as though it were lovely karma—
Welcome home, oh wondrous one, how bravely your battle fought, come home, Drama…
Pendragon
© 1/26/07
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
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