Oct
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2008
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Evening's End (2002)

The light fades to darkness as the sea caresses sand
And the moon leapfrogs the earth as stars walk hand in hand
The sun is hiding deeply in the shallow wading water
And all is safely hid from sight but not from Time’s own father
The hours drift gently on and moonlight turns to day
But ‘ere that hour of daybreak comes I’ll safely slip away
Into the great divide I run, the realm ‘twixt wake and dreaming
And there release my fears and hates and search throughout my screaming
For that one safe memory that will see me through the day
The dream of night so peaceful and the time that slips away
Now to your beds you must be gone for darkness here is fleeing
And when the moon is risen, I again you will be seeing
Sleep by day and wake by night and know you are my friend
For if you weren’t I’d never tell you of the evening’s end

Written by Zeph in: Poetry,Writing |
Oct
24
2008
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Oct
24
2008
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Oh, dear ever-handsome Elf-gods…

…are we actually stupid enough to have voted on nothing at all?

The above comic made me laugh out loud. But it’s the one below this that is most important. It seems that FedEx/Kinkos is now charging you to open your files before printing them. Individually. Not even joking.

The first comic is 8-bit Theater. I’ve been following it for several years and it may be the only funniest Final Fantasy-based sprite comic I’ve ever seen. The other is called HijiNKS Ensue. I’ve only been following it since last spring. Yes, I’m aware that they capitalize their name weird. No, I’ve never bothered to figure out why.

Also, I’ve added a favicon to my site. I did not create it, but found it over at favicon.cc. If you actually know what it is, you get extra-special bonus points.

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Oct
24
2008
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Brief Moment (April 6, 2005)

A single tear slides
Swiftly down your face
You reach out to hold me
But I avoid your tense embrace
“I’ll not touch you,”
I cry, though strangely make no sound
There is little noise here
Where once it did abound
I see water drip,
A book fall
I shrug your arm off
But do not hear your call
All sound has gone
The light fails, too
Your grief envelops me
I can’t escape its tomb
Forgive me for my faults
I want to live!
Too late, my cry unheard
And life is not yours to give
I beg you to recall
The way you loved me then
You giggle madly
Sound returns again
“Loved you,” comes the cackle
Wisping through clenched teeth
“Not I, but you
“You loved me,” you seeth
And now my eyes are clear
Water drips, book falls
It is my arm on yours
It is I who calls
For a brief moment I understand your hate
But you leave anyway

Written by Zeph in: Poetry,Writing |

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