Tuesday, June 8, 2004

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Time: 10:53AM Wednesday 9 June The sound of water, crashing on shore, the land of white foam, and forgotten lore. The stench of the battlefield, bloodied be the loam. May it follow me wherever I happen to roam. Though I may seem, both distant and dishevelled, the corners of my world were once well bevelled. Now they lie in tattered rags, as I hear the foam and smell the loam, and know that wherever I roam, The battlefield shall be my home. The shadowy cloud slips over the narrow pass, casting a pall of black light on the ground, but still, that needle of light, it is cast upon the Mound. Who belongs to it? Trapped under it's green rug, the great warrior of the North must bide his berserk anger, for sleep it is for him eternal. In his time he fought the great beasts the narwhale, great bear and more. But now, in death his sleep undisturbed as the Mound grows into lore. I feel all poetical and lazy. Too lazy to write a proper post. Sorry. What do you think of these though? Once again, quick, but I have been thinking of them for a while. Any good? Mood: Lazy-ical. Song: Ocean Man by Ween.

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