I hope you are having fun and thanks for droppin by. I am Looking forward to a great weekend. I am having breakfast with friends and family at Jupiters on Sat and Sunday I am off to the Property and Investment Expo at the Brissy Convention Centre.
from Darkfall
Holy men tell us life is a mystery.
They embrace that concept happily.
But some mysteries bite and bark
and come to get you in the dark.
A rain of shadows, a storm, a squall!
Daylight retreats; night swallows all.
If good is bright, if evil is gloom,
high evil walls the world entombs.
Now comes the end, the drear, Darkfall.
Darkness devours every shining day.
Darkness demands and always has its way.
Darkness listens, watches, waits.
Darkness claims the day and celebrates.
Sometimes in silence darkness comes.
Sometimes with a gleeful banging of drums.
We can embrace love; it's not too late.
Why do we sleep, instead, with hate?
Belief requires no suspension
to see that Hell is our invention.
We make Hell real; we stoke its fires.
And in its flames our hope expires.
Heaven, too, is merely our creation.
We can grant ourselves our own salvation.
All that's required is imagination
By Dean Koontz
The Book Of Counted of Counted Sorrows
Sun Going Down
From Dark Arts Parlour
Nuckinya
I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want, even if it's extremely personal. I DON'T CARE. It's part of the fun. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything. You can blame this on Amadeus he started it haha
from Darkfall
Holy men tell us life is a mystery.
They embrace that concept happily.
But some mysteries bite and bark
and come to get you in the dark.
A rain of shadows, a storm, a squall!
Daylight retreats; night swallows all.
If good is bright, if evil is gloom,
high evil walls the world entombs.
Now comes the end, the drear, Darkfall.
Darkness devours every shining day.
Darkness demands and always has its way.
Darkness listens, watches, waits.
Darkness claims the day and celebrates.
Sometimes in silence darkness comes.
Sometimes with a gleeful banging of drums.
We can embrace love; it's not too late.
Why do we sleep, instead, with hate?
Belief requires no suspension
to see that Hell is our invention.
We make Hell real; we stoke its fires.
And in its flames our hope expires.
Heaven, too, is merely our creation.
We can grant ourselves our own salvation.
All that's required is imagination
By Dean Koontz
The Book Of Counted of Counted Sorrows

Sun Going Down
From Dark Arts Parlour
Nuckinya
I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want, even if it's extremely personal. I DON'T CARE. It's part of the fun. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything. You can blame this on Amadeus he started it haha
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Three questions, donc:
1. I'm sorry, but, isn't Dean Koontz something of a hack?
2. Maybe I ought to know this, but what does Nuckinya mean?
3. Who is Liz?