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11 Nov 2015, 1:30 pm

Wow! What a cool idea!


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11 Nov 2015, 1:36 pm

Sorry for double-posting, but I really, really like your story! :heart: :heart: [Visual pun! Yay!]


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12 Nov 2015, 4:08 pm

Thanks so much Kuraudo777 that means a lot :)



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12 Nov 2015, 4:10 pm

You're welcome! Also, my only little quibble is that the ending confused me, but other than that I loved it. Some of the Doctor's lines made me laugh a lot. :lol:


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14 Nov 2015, 9:43 am

I really enjoyed your work, Kuraudo! Thanks for sharing. Where can I see more? I'd love to read what happens next to Clara and Sivian!

I'll post some of my stuff soon: was going to but was distracted by the terrible events in Paris and keeping up to date. Just getting ready to spend the night at my mom so I can visit my dog: spend every second weekend or so there. Will check in tomorrow evening again.


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14 Nov 2015, 10:28 pm

been reading some interesting stuff here--which i shouldn't be doing, not for lack of interest, but because i have deadlines to meet and miles to go before i sleep...

anyway since some of the stuff i've read is great i thought i'd share something i wrote last week. being new i cannot post URLs (when does that ban end?) but if you go to drunkinamidnightchoir dot com and look for the third posting down, you'll find it.

i hope you like it.


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15 Nov 2015, 12:21 am

Attached is a sample of a book i'm writing: tell me what you think http://shermansense.blogspot.com/2015/1 ... ample.html


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Reducing love to an ideal
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Pilgrims at the crossroads are we
Stuck in well-educated knots & fashionable headlocks
The sky opening for us is but the ceiling
Of our loftiest thought
Pilgrims at the crossroads are we
Missing what is more secure than security
More moral than morality
More significant than meaning
Fear’s the threshold
And even the ticket Home
When we hold the dragon’s heart


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19 Nov 2015, 11:57 am

Below is the opening part of my children's fantasy book/s: please feel free to supply feedback:

Vicki awoke early that fateful Saturday morning. The summer sun's gentle rays were shining welcomingly through the emerald green cretonne curtains. She got out of bed, shuffled her bronze feathers, put on her glasses, adjusted them on her beak and looked through the window. To the east of Forest Cottage, the horizon beyond the lake was glowing like molten gold and to the south, the forest, still in shadow, looked deeply inviting.

It had been raining steadily for the past two weeks, so Vicki reached for her comphone and called her three best friends on conference call, inviting them to a picnic in the woods.
"Do you know it's been nearly a whole month since we were last there?" remarked Moochelle the calf.
"Don't wear your best things, Moochelle," Rick the colt said. "We want to play hide and seek, and it'll be muddy."

Little did Vicki the earnest nine year old owl know that they would all be embarking on a much longer journey that day than any of them could have foreseen in a thousand years.

Passing Terry Stripe's cabin, they saw no sign of the vegetarian tiger who lived on the edge of the woods and helped Vicki’s dad with his work.
"Look," Rick Hoof said. "This part of the woods has been fenced off! That's new. We'll have to climb over the gate!"
"Who could have done that?" asked Moochelle Horns. The calf was feeling a bit off colour as she'd had a cold for a few days, but didn't want to waste the first sunny Saturday morning in a month hanging around at Moo Manor.
"There's no 'Keep Out' sign, and after all’s said and done, we've always been here," replied Tommy Woffles, a red panda. "So let's go!"
"Yes, this is all my dad’s land anyway," said Vicki.
They all climbed over the gate, which they managed quite well except that Moochelle tore a gaping hole in the seat of her jeans.
"I should have worn something older," she complained. “Why always me?”
“Because you're clumsy and don't always look where you're going,” replied Tommy.
The four friends live in Beaconville, a tiny village in the mountains of Radiant. Various types of people, animals, pixies, brownies, birds and numerous other creatures of all shapes, sizes and types live together more or less in harmony on Radiant, and have adapted to each other despite their physical differences. They are all considered equal. Animals can however, choose whether they want to live as people, wearing clothes and living in houses, or live as animals do on Earth, either wild or as pets. This has been so since the time of the Great Choice.

It was the adventurous colt Rick Hoof's turn to hide while the others closed their eyes and counted to 50.
"I bet Rick's picked a real smart hiding place as usual," remarked Moochelle.
"I'll find him!" said Tommy determinedly, rushing deeper into the woods.
Vicki and Moochelle stayed close together. The path entered a clearing in the woods. Suddenly Moochelle, with a shriek of fright, ran full-tilt into someone who was standing in the path with his back to her. He landed flat on his back, gasping for breath.
"Sorry!" she yelled as she screeched to a halt. "I didn't see you!"
"Dad!" exclaimed Vicki, when she saw who it was. Her father, Frank Forest, the brilliant and eccentric inventor, was lying there, his white lab coat full of mud and leaves.
"Vicki! Why aren't you in school?" asked Frank, when he got his breath back.
"It's Saturday today," Vicki replied. “Did you forget?”
"Oh, no! I thought it was Friday," said Frank, getting up and clapping a talon to his feathery forehead. "I wanted to be alone today. I thought you were all safely at school!" He dusted off his glasses with his equally muddy coat sleeve.
Then Tommy and Rick appeared on the scene.
"I found Rick in a hollow tree," Tommy puffed. "My turn to hide now!"
"What's that, Uncle Frank?" Rick asked suddenly, as his sharp eyes noticed a strange metallic object on one side of the clearing. It was a circular dome on stilts, about six meters in diameter and three metres high .
It had several round windows, equally spaced . The domed roof had a tall antenna in the centre, with four smaller ones spaced equally around it at an angle. A little ladder led to an arched door.
"It's a little hut," the senior owl replied. "Where I can work in peace!"
His last words were interrupted by a loud clap of thunder. A flash of lightning lit the clearing eerily. The children looked up at the sky. It was no longer blue.
"It's going to pour! We'd better get back to Forest Cottage at once!" exclaimed Vicki. "None of us noticed the weather was changing.”
"We'll never make it back in time," replied Tommy.
There was another much louder crash of thunder and as if on cue, the heavens opened in a deluge.
"It's much too dangerous to run through the woods now," remarked Moochelle, blowing her nose on a dainty hanky. "We could get struck by lightning!"
The rain changed to hail and Tommy yelped as a large hailstone stung his ear.
"Quick," said Rick, "into the hut at once!"
“No!” yelled Frank, but they all ignored him. They raced for the little metallic building and up the steps. Moochelle stumbled over the bottom step, landing on her knees in a puddle. Tommy and Rick pulled her up again and dragged her in, buffeted by the cold hard hailstones. Frank, still protesting, launched himself at the steps. A huge hailstone pelted him on the side of his head, stunning him. Tommy and Moochelle pulled him in as Rick closed the door and bolted it. They peered through the window at the gathering storm.

"My best jeans!" moaned Moochelle. "They're all dirty now as well as torn!"
"Does it really matter?" Rick asked.
There was another deafening crack of thunder accompanied by a blinding flash, and a tree next to the clearing came crashing down, split in two by the lightning. It fell where they'd been standing moments before.

Moochelle slipped on a stray hailstone that had landed inside, and reached out with a hoof to steady herself. She bumped against a lever. Lights of all colours began flashing on and off and the little hut began spinning wildly. The whole "hut" rose abruptly into the air and was soon up among the storm clouds, Beaconville and the surrounding woods appearing tiny below them.
Vicki and Tommy tried to rouse Frank, who was lying still and groaning softly. Suddenly he sat up and rubbed his head.
"Oh, no!" he cried. Sitting up groggily, he reached up for the lever and tried to pull it back, but it refused to budge. He tried several times but nothing happened. By now a large part of Radiant could be seen through the windows, and they could see oceans and continents spread out below them.
"Where are we going?" asked Moochelle. "Is this a type of helicopter?"
"We're aboard my space machine," said Frank. "It was supposed to be a secret for the time being. You accidentally pressed the take-off lever. Now it's stuck and I can't get us back on land!"
Frank went to sit at a console full of screens with complicated figures and dials. Vicki went across to join him.
"Can this thing travel in time too, Dad?" she asked excitedly.
"It's supposed to," her father said. "But is it safe? I never meant you to be aboard when I took my first test flight. I meant to test it later today. It's too dangerous!"
"Oh, come on, Dad! If anything happened to you up here, we'd never know," remarked Vicki.
"You've got a point," admitted Frank. "When I was your age, I looked up at the stars and wondered how I could get there. Ever since I was at college in Seacastle, I began working on space travel theory. Eighteen months ago, I started building this spacecraft with Terry's help. It was hidden until this morning."
"Look, there's Elebar!" remarked Rick, looking out of one of the portholes. Elebar was one of Radiant's three moons.
"By the way, how did you get over the locked gate? Terry should have stopped you!" remarked Frank suddenly. "I told him to keep people out, today.”
"Terry wasn't home," said Tommy. "We thought it OK to climb over, as these woods belong to you."
"I've a bone to pick with Terry then! What if Julius Flutterflap had come along?" asked Frank, still fiddling vainly with the controls. Radiant was now so far away that it looked like a small star among all the other stars around them in space. Rick, Tommy and Moochelle kept their eyes glued to the windows as they revealed more wonderful sights to them.

Julius, who was also an inventor, lived at Darkflight Manor in the neighbouring village of Ratford-upon-Craven. A sinister-looking vulture, he had been in Frank's class at the University of Seacastle. His ambition was to be President of Radiant and enjoy the accompanying power and prestige. He would stop at nothing to achieve his goal.


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19 Nov 2015, 12:01 pm

^Wow! That's a great story! :heart:
I'm actually working on typing out my story, so I'll add more bit by bit every day or so.


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19 Nov 2015, 2:11 pm

^^^ Glad you like it. There is much more, but want to share it in bite-size pieces.

Looking forward to see what happens next in your saga! Love the plotline.


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20 Nov 2015, 3:44 pm

I was going to share my series but Wrongplanet made me do that enter the number thing every time. I'm having a bad week.


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21 Nov 2015, 2:06 am

^^^ The captcha thing seems to appear when one wishes to submit a long post. Long PMs have the same result. I had the same issues when I posted the extract from my MS. There's nothing we mods can do about the captcha thing, unfortunately. It may work better using an attachment / link if one has your work on a web hosting site, but if it is just on your PC then it won't work, same as with images.


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21 Nov 2015, 2:17 am

Schmuppabubba.

It’s the Bubba.

Got the Bubba.

Love the Bubba.

Bubba wants up,

Bubba gets picked up.

Hey, Bubba.

Bubba Boo.

Purr ball.

My little predator.

Kissy Face.

Lap cat.

Little guy.

Loner.

Growler.

Hisser.

Whacko.

Fruppy cat.

Window blind remodeler.

Stalker.

Fetcher.

Schmoozer.

Sweetums-peetums.

Schmupp.

Schmuppie.

Smokey-doke.

Smoke.



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21 Nov 2015, 5:42 am

The second part of my children's fantasy:



"I'm hungry," announced Rick suddenly.
"So what’s new?” sniffed Moochelle.
“Well I’m also pretty hungry,” added Tommy. “Have you noticed the time?”
“Oh no, I'm sure we left our picnic basket in the clearing,” groaned Vicki.
“No!” moaned Rick.
“Ta-da! None of you remembered the basket except me,” Tommy said. Like a conjuror, he produced their picnic basket from behind a row of controls.
“Yippee,” cried Rick, clapping his hooves.
“I really thought we were stuck up here with nothing to eat,” admitted Vicki.
“I grabbed it before I got into the ship,” Tommy said. “I thought it may rain a long time and we’d have to eat under shelter.”
“Hurray!” said Vicki.
They snacked on cookies, chocolate cake, fresh scones with jam, doughnuts, cheese crackers, cocktail sausages and custard slices while watching the stars go by.
"This is the most exciting place I've ever had a picnic," remarked Rick.
The others agreed.
"Terry is the only one who knows my secret," said Frank. "I've known him since he was a small cub. He had an incurable illness at the time, and I developed the antidote that saved his life. Out of gratitude, his late father left me a large fortune in his will, which I used to buy all this land and also to develop this fantastic machine."

Vicki noticed more lights flashing on and off again on one of the screens, and called her father.
"We're going back in time," Frank exclaimed. "That's what that screen shows!"
"We're in a galaxy called the 'Milky Way," said Vicki, consulting another screen. "A long long way from home!"
"And the controls are still jammed," Frank exclaimed. "I'm trying to fix them; don't worry!" His feathery head bent over the controls again, his glasses on the edge of his beak.
The craft was heading for a blue planet encased in white clouds. The blue looked like oceans, and several large continents could be seen.
"That planet ahead of us is called 'Earth' according to the screen, and the time control is stuck on '1871' said Vicki. "That means we'll be landing there in their year 1871 AD."
"I don't understand a thing about these screens," remarked Moochelle. Her voice was beginning to sound hoarse and her throat was sore. Was her cold getting worse?
"Well I do,” Vicki replied. "I take after my dad – I find science fascinating."
Frank, who had finally managed to regain control of the steering mechanism of the wildly spinning craft, guided it towards a grassy hillside near a river, where it landed with a small bump behind a grove of large trees. They all climbed out to see where they were.

While Frank patiently worked on the controls, the always adventurous Rick asked Tommy to go for a short walk with him. Together they set off down the hillside towards a distant river. All seemed quiet. Not even birds could be heard. Suddenly they heard yelling and thundering hooves, and sneaked into the long grass on the river's edge, where they lay and hid. A group of soldiers dressed in dark blue galloped by on horseback. The leader had a mane of flowing yellow hair. One of the men was holding a flag aloft. They disappeared into the distance, a cloud of dust indicating their progress. Rather shakily, Rick lifted Tommy to his feet and they carried on downstream. After a few hundred metres Tommy gave a yell as he saw first one and then another painted face staring at him through the long grass.
"Who are you?" he gasped through chattering teeth.
"Shhh!" The first face held a finger to its lips.
Tommy passed out with fright and fell, striking his head on a fallen log. Rick, who was about to run, stopped and looked at the strangers.
The two faces emerged from the bushes. One went to the stream and fetched water for Tommy in a leather bag. They splashed his face and then made him drink. He sat up and looked at them in fear.
"I am Red Eagle!" said the first warrior. "This is my brother, Storm Cloud. Don't be afraid! Those soldiers in blue are at war with us. They have killed many of our people and driven them off our land. They're looking for us because we fought back. There's a big reward out for our capture."
"I'm Rick and this is Tommy," Rick replied. "We're from far away!"
“We know,” replied Red Eagle. “We have legends about Space Creatures that come in ships of fire from afar.”
At that moment, they heard hooves again. The soldiers were returning.
"Quick!" said Rick “follow us!"
As silently as the wind, Rick and Tommy raced upwards through the long grass towards the grove of trees with the two warriors at their heels.
"Climb aboard!" panted Rick, when they reached the ship. "You'll be safe here."
As they neared the grove of trees, one of the soldiers suddenly spotted the ship and gave a loud yell. Soon the entire posse was headed for the grove of trees where the ship was. They began shooting at it as Tommy, Rick and the two Indians stumbled up the ladder and clambered aboard, falling over each other in their haste. Frank started the power supply and the ship began buzzing. Several bullets struck the hull of the craft as it took off and rose into the air.
Frank removed his thick glasses from his beak and stared in surprise at the two painted newcomers.
“Who are these?” he asked.
“They were being chased by men on horseback!” said Rick.
“What? Men ride horses there?” Moochelle asked. “Not many of them let people ride them where we come from.”
“Horses don’t speak here,” Red Eagle explained. “But we have a special bond with them and treat all nature as special. Not everyone on our planet does so.”
“Please let’s take these two brave men with us!” Rick pleaded. “Their entire tribe has been killed and they are the only survivors!”
“Very well,” Frank said.
"Oh, no!" he said as he turned his attention to the consoles in front of him. "Now the hyperspace control has jammed. We won't be able to leave this planet's atmosphere until it's fixed. We must find a safe place to land!"
Moochelle tried to respond but found her voice had reduced to a barely audible whisper.
"You must have laryngitis," remarked Vicki. "You should have stayed home today!"
"And missed out on all this?" Moochelle squeaked. “I'd rather be miserable with my friends than all alone in bed!”

Frank guided the ship towards a small tropical island. A strong wind was buffeting the ship and it was difficult to control.
"We're going to land in the sea!" yelled Tommy, clutching Moochelle.
Everyone braced themselves for a water landing, but Frank, with a redoubled effort, managed to reach the beach of the small island where the ship landed with a gentle thud, scraping against the sand.
"Keep close by while I repair the ship," said Frank.
Tommy and Rick went off to pick some luscious looking fruit from a nearby tree, while Moochelle went for a short walk to answer an urgent call of nature. As Rick moved towards the door he tramped on a small gadget, about the size of a cell phone, that was lying on the floor. He picked it up and put it in his pocket.

A few minutes later, Rick and Tommy heard a dreadful commotion. Peering through the trees, they saw a group of brown-skinned men, dressed in feathers and carrying spears. Some of them were chanting in a low voice as they walked. They had captured Moochelle and tied her up. She was unable to shout for help because of her laryngitis. Quick as greased lightning, Rick and Tommy ran and called Vicki, Red Eagle and Storm Cloud, who were standing outside the ship. They silently followed Moochelle's captors along a rough path through tropical forest. They came to a clearing where there was a village of wooden huts, raised on stilts. A high cone-shaped pyre of wood had been constructed in the centre of the clearing.
“What are they saying?” asked Tommy. “What a funny language they're talking!”
The device that Rick picked up earlier, slipped from his pocket as he tried to hide lower in the bushes. Vicki scooped it up at once as though it were a one thousand boodle note.
“I'm so glad you found and brought this, Rick!” she whispered. “My dad lost it! This is a special translator device he invented. It helps him to understand any language in the known galaxy," she added. She placed the gadget in her ear.
“Oh no! They want to sacrifice Moochelle to their gods, as there's been no rain."


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09 Dec 2015, 9:23 am

Here's a fanfiction I recently wrote and posted on Fanfiction.net and I'd like some honest critique.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11564216/1 ... Fairytales


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29 Jan 2016, 12:45 pm

I do avant garde poetry. Here's something:

New Blue


1.The equation of one part and the whole
2. One part of the one part of the equation
3. The partness




One part of an equation. Is it nothing he said? Did I say something?




The active microcosmic archetype in terms of it's relationship with the active disguised spiritual extroversion self as known in terms of it's place in connection with attunement to the vibrations of the outer cosmic worlds as the domains of the space unknown or reverse collective unconscious, presents mechanisms which in their distance from that which constitutes this alternative idea of the mind, call attention to the need for a construction parallel to the idea of a robot, because the neo myth spectacles have now determined that robotics cannot exist without the idea of the humanoid servant and that this ideal is equivalent to the concept of a robot itself.




Shades of blue formness

The partness

shades of blue

The equation between the part and the equation

shades of blue formness

The seed

shades of blue

The equation, the equationness, the equation part, the equations, the greater equation, and the greater equation network.

Blue shades of blue formness

Blues

That is the blue of

isness and isness




The parallel just mentioned is connected with the alter destiny parallel to online education.




1. One part of a network of networks of equations
2. One, is and an.




Times like these

Forms of blue shade and shade and shade

I don't have any forms

Theres no blue part of it that doesn't have any shade of time




It is time that people recognize that major threshold endeavors in the field of robotics must be put on hold until a model for a parallel to the ideal humanoid machine can be created, otherwise the phenomenon of online education will continue to distract people from focusing on a way of being that acknowledges the need for a quasi robot spirit vessel; A new yet old kind of medium that promotes the alter destiny.




When and where

Is of isness

Formness to blue

Shades

Is that formness of the form?

It didn't get it

Doesn't the blue know




1. One equation of the part and one part of an equation as one part of an equation.
2. The moving equation, the inner and outer back and forth motion, and one equation of the part.




Blobs of blue floating in a bright intensity

A dancing serenity

One part of the one part of the equation

Amazing maze of beauty

A sign of strength, displaced ugliness can be.




And doesn't the knowing blueness see your finding?

Water in a mirror

One part of the one part of the equation

Shades of blue

Formness of blue

Of blue formness

One part of a network of networks of equations.

shades

The equation of one part and the whole.

She knows where the shady blue shades hide

The eyes of water

The equation of part one.

Say….. What did he say? What did he say? Once there was a young man lost in the deserts of Saturn. God came to him in the form of a twin. Through a telegram the young man was called by god to become the god of a new planet. From now on his name would be "Blue Shades Of Blue Formness". God gave him a pair of glasses and told him to put them on. He had many visions of all sorts of people coming out of elevators and getting onto subways. And so he cried and cried until his tears became a space voice. The space voice was the god of a mothership called "At times like these there is a nameless voice".

The iciness of the moaning swallow

Veiled darkness

The blueprint/declaration of one part of the equation

I swallowed my neck

The equation and an equation

shadeness of blue shaded

The other part of the other part

shadedness of

Blue of

shadiness form

The other part and another part.

The space voice taught him how to operate the mothership: "Forms of blue shade and shade and shade, I don't have any forms, Theres no blue part of it that doesn't have any shade of time." The staple of the plan for the creation of a new planet was that Pluto would be rehabilitated, because the sun almost answered no to the question: "Doesn't the blue know? And doesn't the knowing blueness see your finding?" But this course of action was not something ordered by god. Someone from planet Saturn named: "The one you lost who was never there" opposed this plan because of that, But the young man said that there was no god. Only the way of the motherships.

Sounds flow and tears trickle

Distorted glow

The moisture in the blood

A bead of glare

Your form glass said I wasn't for her

A blueprint declaration of the equation.

the question you know

you know

form glass

glasses form

Dark lenses of crying graspness

A blueprint declaration of the equation.

"The one you lost who was never there" responded by attacking the young man's mothership, rendering it immobile. The ship cried and an ocean formed in it's forcefield and out of that a great tree grew. Each branch of the tree was a different plane. Some were forests, some were deserts, some were cities. The Spaceship's fuel became the magma inside the earth. Originally the young man was to become god of the blue planet, but he had been straying from the plans he had been given; he was on his way to the pluto of a virtual solar system. He got the rehabilitation confused with navigation. He began too early in activating the process "how can the true me pretend not to want your affection"? So "the one you lost who was never there" and The greater god would rule the blue planet. "The one you lost who was never there" became a snake and entangled himself in the roots of the tree. The young man woke up when he heard music and left in a ship that had been carried inside the mothership. He destroyed the planet Saturn which reincarnated as Earth's heaven.

The greatest shallow love is better than the loveliest profundity

Real love is worse than the best shallow love

Shades of blue formness

The water was sad. My feelings were blue.

Neon water

Buzzing water

A still mirror

I waved at my wave

Water bed

The water was sad. My feelings were blue.

You can't be cool without wearing sunglasses

Moved by the touched feeling.

The similarity between the different levels of equations, parts, and super equations.

The taste of tears

Slick softness

Roaring softness

Wave of protection

Showering sweetness

Dark lenses of crying graspness

Licking the water

Touching the boundary

Foaming glee

The air is kissed with your breath

The seeing eyes

Smoking brightness.

I drank myself in.

I swallowed my neck

The voice of the mothership became a woman who rode a comet to Neptune. The comet told her that the young man was Seth and would ally himself with "the one you lost who was never there" and God. But she had no way of knowing that this was a bad thing. On Neptune she discovered that people were being recruited to build a Saturn space station, and that seth's mother had killed herself long ago. She then knew that God was not the true Creator. She fought off Neptune's servants of God, and went to Pluto. There she asked her sisters Banshee and Werewolf, to take her place on earth.

I will try to do things that must be done without trying because failure isn't wrong if it leads to victory. that is the real way to lose.

Sadness is more beautiful than you think it is

Evil joy has more to offer than you think it does.

Happiness isn't as bad as you think it is.

Blue formness. There was shades of it.

Your hand channeling your presence

The beautiful terror of non negation

Puppy hatred

Internal night

The part of an equation as a part.

The shades were defined by the formness. It was blue.

The sun's wings, concealed blood, flowing gleam.

A great pink rejoicing.

So many celebrations happening all at once.

giddy terror.

The visions are so blue they look like paint brushes

Rustling clarity

Bustling caution

The other part as the other part.

Franticly thorough affection

The blueprint/declaration as a part of the partness.

Chirping roughness

Disguised tenderness

4/5/6 and 3/2/3/2

They served as midwives, helping the spaceship over and over to give birth to it's voice, while singing a song to the moon: "Times like these, times like these, we say yes to times like these." The moon put a curse on them and they transformed into mermaids, swam into the deep and made love with each other to destroy the curse.

Blue drop part 2

Roads of the wind

The seed of the seed.

Blue shivers

Looking back from the future of the seed's seed.

Liquid pink

In the fields

Shouldn't you be in school? No.

Seed of an imaginary relationship.

Sea of the heart

The other part as part other.

Pool of embarrassment

One equation of the part.

In brown

Hole in the water

One day

One, is and an.

One day

Opening in the air

The partness of one part.

Rolling splash

Name last

Teasing my vulnerability

Mari

The moving equation

Fate In A Pleasant Mood

Moonlight Farewell

Haunted Heart

Jupiter

War With Loneliness

Song Of The Baron

Eternal Darkness

Strain

The Wooden Soldier And The China Doll

Pure White

Mirage

Honey

Dogfight

Blackbird

Honeysuckle Rose

Illusion

Agent

And the inner and outer

Is out walking in the fields

Dotted

Part 3

Back and forth motion.

Of Blue Drop

The double looking back.

With bush clover near school

Music

The fight and the dance.

And as always

One part of an equation as one part of an equation.

Hagino

Music

And some music

They would then unite to become a beam that would bring the mothership voice's lullaby dream back to life. "At times like these how can we ever say no? how can we ever say no? how can we ever say no at times like these?" "Say no to what?" I said. Someone said say no to what he said "say no to what?"

Is with her in the form of a tern

This time

Sitting on her shoulder

Musicness