I've noticed a serious lack of marmots in the Cup lately, so I thought I'd remedy that. Here's your weekly dose of marmots!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Choose your own codpiece...
I don't exactly remember how I ended up there, but I stumbled across this weird choose-your-own-adventure thing a couple days ago. I blame this entirely on Ulric, but anything with a codsmith and a codpiece emporium is worth looking into in my book. If you would like to choose your own cod adventure, either poke around in the bard adventure (some of the non-cod branches are funny too) or just skip straight to the codpieces. Um... enjoy? hehe
Monday, February 2, 2009
The new me is becoming
The new me is becoming
Old fast.
Like a cherry car that depreciates
In value (is fucked)
The minute it’s driven off the lot.
I’m a collector
Of karmaflies and
Every time (I feel)
I have enough
I see in the distance two more fluttering
About elusively as if to tantalize
My desire.
I must have them!
So I enter the night with a dream
Catcher in hand,
Searching and seeking for
Something(someone?) that I know
Is waiting
Just for me.
In the black sky
I am so familiar with
Their glow can be seen
Throughout eternity.
They are lighthouses guiding blind ships
Towards an infinite shore
Of knowledge (home).
I’m a collector
But every time I think I have enough
I see in the distance two more fluttering
About elusively as if to tantalize
(Haven’t I been here before?)
This is becoming
Old fast.
Must keep moving forward
Stand still long enough and they will ask for your name.
Once labeled
You cant be you anymore.
In an instant you’re a statue, fixed solid in one frame of time
That never fully represented your being.
We are so much more than a name
Remember(what was I talking about again?)
Before this dream began (I was seeking for...)
I’m a collector.
Old fast.
Like a cherry car that depreciates
In value (is fucked)
The minute it’s driven off the lot.
I’m a collector
Of karmaflies and
Every time (I feel)
I have enough
I see in the distance two more fluttering
About elusively as if to tantalize
My desire.
I must have them!
So I enter the night with a dream
Catcher in hand,
Searching and seeking for
Something(someone?) that I know
Is waiting
Just for me.
In the black sky
I am so familiar with
Their glow can be seen
Throughout eternity.
They are lighthouses guiding blind ships
Towards an infinite shore
Of knowledge (home).
I’m a collector
But every time I think I have enough
I see in the distance two more fluttering
About elusively as if to tantalize
(Haven’t I been here before?)
This is becoming
Old fast.
Must keep moving forward
Stand still long enough and they will ask for your name.
Once labeled
You cant be you anymore.
In an instant you’re a statue, fixed solid in one frame of time
That never fully represented your being.
We are so much more than a name
Remember(what was I talking about again?)
Before this dream began (I was seeking for...)
I’m a collector.
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