the_fal

Ahhhh... Feeling so renewed. All sorts of energy now. Everything so balanced and harmonized. Much gooder.

Heh, since I promised some people that I'd write down some stuff, I figured I'd do it here:

Storm clouds gather, lightning call home,
Wind guide me,
Earth protect me,
Fire forge me,
Rain temper me.

I am Falcon son of the Earth,
welcome me home.

Odd to think about this at midnight, but I never really feel human until I get out of my work clothes and into a good pair of jeans. But why is it that the blue ones are always more comfortable than the black ones? I must experiment on this... Or maybe not... But I could... If I only knew where I left my lab coat...

Well, here goes, the end result of being all growly after a hard day.


Rough Play of a Broken Soul

Yes I know how to treat a girl, but tonight youre just my whore,
Instead of wine and roses, I just throw you to the floor,
Normally sex is passion, desire and delight
But fire, pain and destruction will dominate tonight.
Lips are for the...
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Well, last night I was in a bit of a growly mood and before I got out of it, I ended up actually writing some poetry.

Heh, I'll post that after work.

Well, I was finally published in a crappy store newsletter's first issue. And of course they managed to censor me and decided to tell me right after it comes out so I can't do a rewrite. Grrr.

Sometimes I wonder why I bother doing free articles for these people.

So since this is my first actual journal post since joining SG, I'm going to treat...
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