We are one but we are many, so speaketh legion
Australia as an ever changing conglomeration of identities, is, as human individuality demands, in perpetual flux and free from the certain stabilities that are accepted as standard for long stretches of the average sentient minds lifespan. The changes are, innumerable in class and content, and every minor, modest, modification made to ones mind every moment is multiplied many millions of times on the macro-scale. Unfortunately, man was made with incomprehensible complexity, and free will ensures that every man is innately unique. This means that for every single one of our country
The commandos came from every angle, firing rapidly into the Geonosian hordes. We had to complete the mission. Hatch took a spear to the chest and dropped his gun. I caught him as he collapsed and hauled him over my shoulder as the mission parameters demanded. Hatch had been with me longer than any commandos before. I sprinted while firing my DC-15, he looked pretty bad. He moaned as I lay him down behind some cover and something wriggled at the back of my mind. I withdrew my bacta applier and pulled off Hatchs helmet. He had to be healed, for the good of the mission. His face was bloodied and his expression was pained. The missio
"Fine men know their way through the patzmati!"
Kitsum clicked his fingers and brushed aside the flimsy whim of verbal retaliation. His pace slowed not, and he turned through the dusty white arch and walked along the dusty white track through the white stone city. Mac hiels feet slapped after him and then stopped at the arch. Kitsum looked not back.
Presently the winds of the outer plateau replaced the tepid atmosphere that adorned the Adrin.
To both left and right, over the edge of the plateau he viewed the ends of the sand earth. Ahead however, the Boulder of Taman broke the arid rank of the edge of the plateau. Taman, he knew had
Like through a bed sheet
On a clear sunny day,
Theres bright sunny haze,
As I look every way
Thus, my thoughts. Decay not in naught
My heart urges advance, but will shant be bought.
Reality has caught fast, like the fishman, his quarry,
my soul, my hope, the murder of worry.
The door to the conclusion of my thought, is ajar
My ideas of beyond are thus, unclear
I know where they are, but I cant see that far
I shed for my hope, an emotionless tear
The Donkey called Greg, the seven Dwarves and the Fairy Kingdom.
A long time ago in… well, okay, this galaxy there was a Donkey named Greg. Greg lived in Badnamesville, which was just about the most boring place on earth everything had horrible, horrible names. Greg had changed his name from Bruce. One day Greg woke from a dreamless sleep and got out of his grey square bed and decided to leave his home. He clomped down the grey hallway and ate his breakfast: grey grass with grey milk. He told his family of the journey he had decided to undertake and they were as shocked as anyone in Badnamesville could be. His brother, Horse, said that he wa
Once upon a time, in the lands of the unreal, there was a boy. The boy sat on a street bench, day and night with his black and white cat and watched the cars drive past.
This boy was called Greg. The blue and yellow cat, which belonged to Greg, was named Celery. Celery had been named by Greg when the commencement of his ownership occurred.
Celery seemed to resent the fact that master Greg had decided on a certain green stringy vegetable for his name. He could have been called all sorts of things such as Henry the Immortal Devastator or Elemental the Brave and Honorary. He also liked the sound of Alaric the Eternal Liberator. As he used to t
Today I lived. The three minutes of anxious struggling and kicking and at the end, the completion of the commands. The voice will not be sated. It will ask for more blood. I cannot hide, it is in my head. It is always buried deep in my thoughts. I will go out onto the street. I will attack him senselessly. When the voice calls I must answer. When I am taken I am dispassionate. When they are dead, the deed completed I cry out. I murdered him. No. Not I. The voice.
They are coming.
The strange prickly feeling grew inside me as I walked slowly along the graveled paths of my garden. It was deep twilight. The scent of late narcissus hung heavy in the air. What was it, I wondered, that made me so uneasy? Suddenly out of the murkiness of my mind sprang a thought that struck me like a bolt of lightning. My legs froze and my hands shook.
They were coming.
Self Reassurance finally jostled its way past Panic and reassured me that they could not have found me, and that I should once again close my mind to what they did to me. I should banish the thoughts of such unspeakable terror once again into the depths of
Where oh where is carbon? by Lord-Elcore, literature
Literature
Where oh where is carbon?
Where oh where is carbon??
where oh where is carbon?
Is it here? Is it there?
I don't think it's any where!
There's a diamond and a dog,
There's some furballs and a log,
There it is,
over there,
And right here,
In my hair.
I have found it: I'm aware,
This is carbon EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!
Chickens are forever,
They will always roam the land
Chickens are forever
Beyond all mortal hand
Chickens are eternal
They feast upon our bones
Chickens are eternal
Although they can't use phones.
Gordon Freeman stepped into the light caused by the fires which were burning bodies on the side of the road. Years ago he would have thought of that as a slow death.
A moan sounded from the alleyway to the right. Gordon spun and crashed his crowbar into the zombie's chest, spraying a fountain of blood across Gordon's Haz suit. The zombie screamed, and with a lurch, Gordon wrenched the crowbar free and stepped back as the zombie's hands raked the air before him. Gordon whipped out a shotgun and leveled it at its head, firing a shot, dropping the creature. The head crab which had been controlling the zombie fell off and launched itself at Free
I was driving a long in my car, chewing cud, and I saw a wild camel jay-walking. I leapt out of my car and onto my four hooves. A police man was approaching him so I galloped as fast as I could and rammed him to the ground. He pulled his pistol so I crushed his head with one firm stomp. Blood sprayed across us. The wild camel and I made a break for it. Eventually we met up with a large Croatian fire eater named Stanley. He leapt onto his giant beaver and joined our team. Together we would bring peace to the marshland. After a week, we arrived at the marshland. We feasted upon pickled marshmallows and pecans until Stanley's stomach burst. We s
It Is amazIng what passes In an Instance of weakness
And such fear in my mind - sets in and clenches
And no real reason, no real senses are left.
I didn't mean to. Well maybe a little bit.
I didn't know. Oh, but I did.
They surprised me. If I had really worried,
I would not have forgotten your words.
And when I remember You
After the cock crows. And, of course, third time's the charm
How could there be reason to forgive?
When love is repaid with refusals
What can be left but such anger and only sorrows?
[x] You have screamed at an inanimate object for 'hurting' you.
[ ] You have run into a glass/screen door.
[ ] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.
[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, then people gave you weird looks. (often)
[x]You have run into a tree/bush. (on purpose)
[ ] You have been called a blonde
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[ ] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow
[ ] You just tried to lick your elbow.
[ ] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star had the same melody
[ ] You just sang them to make sure.
[ ] You have tripped on your own feet and fallen.
[ ] You have choked on your own s
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