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we tiptoe onto the ice, afraid that it will hear us. mitten clasped in mitten, yours green, mine blue; breath frosting in the air, and below the ice writhe dark swirling shapes: monstrous beasts, kelpies and dragons and trolls-under-the bridge at least, that's your theory. you explain it as you give me an envelope, to keep and to hold, you say sternly, until your experiment is done. your eyes have caught the sun reflecting off the ice and they shine, they burn, while mine are still tiptoeing around your ideas. I know how you tire quickly of most of them-- little boy of magic thoughts, a new villain each week each day to conquer,

0. "How is the venison, brother?" If you think the venison is great, go to 1 If not, go to 2 1. "It tastes like fucking shit, asshole, you know I'm a vegan, why must you torture me so?" You reply. He laughs heartily. If you want to attempt to kill the fucker with the butter knife, go to 3, if not, go to 2. 2. "Fuck you.", you tell you him. "There, there. I know we have not always been on the best of terms, but it is no reason to be so rude" He then proceeds to offer you wine. If you accept, go to 4, if you have a hunch he's still the horrible vulture he always was and that he's trying to get to your inheritance, go to 6. 3. You leap at

The ocean is a clear blue as it gently laps against the sides of the boat.  'Adventum Glorificus' is it's name and I bought it with my winnings.  You never put much stock in such things but, it happened to me and I'm spending my money.  The ticket with your birthday, age height and how long were together did it for me.  So now I'm sitting on the deck as natures sun warms my face fresh coffee warms my belly. I take out the dog-earred photo album, the one that has you and I in it, so full of life while we were together and look through it's pages, worn thin over time and use.  I take the dog collar out you used to wear for me from the cedar ch

He turned and gave me a saturnine look. He looked so damn saturnine, I could've sworn he was from Saturn. And it's a long trip down from Saturn. I would probably look saturnine too if I had have to make such a trip. On the other hand, if I did come from Saturn, that would logically mean I am a saturnine…which I am not. Maybe if I made the trip to Saturn instead of from, then I could make the analogy without fault. But then again, I am not a saturnine, I am not from Saturn, I am not on it either and I do not gaze at people with a saturnine look, he is. Well, that last one. He is not on or from Saturn and thus not a saturnine, or not all o

I traveled to Elysium That place from whence angels are from To there, evil can never come But now I watch it die away And no matter how hard I pray The rupture here has come to stay Now I have come to comprehend That cynic who once wisely penned That all good things will someday end Auspicious land, fallen, decayed Through murk and gloom do I now wade Oh, how I wish I had not stayed Somewhere, somehow, the tide was turned Elysium viciously burned How could I this abyss have earned? The dead reach out, bony and white The land stricken with some strong blight The sun above gives off no light A blackened sky and deathly trees

When winter comes, the world does change And life begins to fade When winter comes, the silence falls To hide the warmth of spring When winter comes, the trees stand bare Against a steel grey sky When winter comes, with frozen ice It vanquishes all joy When winter comes, the cold will kill Obsequious desire When winter comes, with steel and fear It sparks the fratricide When winter comes, the wolves will howl Victory to the skies When winter comes, effusive fear Will break the hearts of men When winter comes, evil will come To fell the greater good When winter comes, disease will spread To whither and destroy When winter c