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Literature
:Street
You see unyielding asphalt streets,
You see graffiti covered walls,
You see that it all repeats,
You see the hardness of city halls.
 
There's no telling what he sees,
Whether the road is a stream,
What he means with his pleas,
Whether he's waking or in dream.
 
His eyes are glazed over like the dead,
But his arms are lifted to the sky,
There's no telling what's in his head,
Though he acts like he's going to die.
 
You sense danger as he nears,
You can't explain what's amiss,
But any who looks can know your fears,
And you lock the door against death's kiss.
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Literature
Lazy
Is it lazy to break for the holiday?
Is it lazy to rhyme with day?
 
Give me a break I'm running on pure caffeine,
So much coffee it's obscene.
 
I'll try to be back tomorrow in full force,
But I can't make any promises of course.
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Literature
The Little Knight and The Cave
Once upon a time there was a little knight, who as it happens was called Sir Little.  Now, Sir Little lived in a little castle and rode a little horse in a big kingdom on big adventures.  He tamed the griffons on snowy peaks; he slew giants in the fields.  He dove for treasure with mermaids, and followed maps to lost cities.  He even partied with the king and queen!  Sometimes he won, and sometimes he lost.  Sir Little still swears that the goblins cheat at marbles.
While Sir Little could go just about anywhere in the kingdom, there was one place that he didn't go, and that was only because he was a good little knight.  The Cave of Treasure.  It was said that there's a treasure for everybody in the kingdom behind its iron door guarded by a fierce red dragon.  As knowing that you'd have to face a fire breathing dragon wasn't enough to keep adventurers away, before they even got to the dragon, they had to climb a long and winding trail of stai
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Literature
Good to be Home
Good to be home,
Here's my dog,
And now kittens too,
Good to be home,
After going to city to slog,
Country living is my due.
 
Good to be home,
Beneath a clear sky,
And in the clear air,
Good to be home,
So here I did practically fly,
There's no place quite so fair.
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Literature
White Noise
White noise has many colors,
There's the pure white static,
Wheels on the road are gray,
But a diesel engine tinges red,
While gasoline is cold cobalt,
And a jet engine streaked blue,
A rolling creek is dyed with teal,
And the rain is grayish blue,
The tin roof makes it a bit more gray,
White noise is like pastels.
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Literature
Again
Again,
I didn't want to return,
Again,
But I'm willing,
Again,
Willing to sacrifice,
Again,
For the sake of love,
Again,
Love and loving and loved,
Again,
Family makes it worth it,
Again,
The one I come from,
Again,
The one I might make,
Again.
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Literature
I'm lazy
I've gotten used to open spaces,
Now I dislike walled off places.
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Mature content
Sanguine :iconrefield:refield 2 6
Literature
Voice
Who are you?
Ask Mother.
Who are you?
Ask Father.
Who are you?
No answer.
 
What do you want?
Mother wants conformity.
What do you want?
Father wants obedience.
What do you want?
I don't know.
 
What is making you suffer?
Mother says it's me.
What is making you suffer?
Father says it's me.
What is making you suffer.
I can't tell you.
 
Why is it you can't tell?
Mother says it's too upsetting.
Why is it you can't tell?
Father says it's too ungrateful.
Why is it you can't tell?
Honestly, I am not allowed.
 
So what are you allowed to tell?
Mother allow talk about TV.
So what are you allowed to tell?
Father will allow talk about work.
So what are you allowed to tell?
Only about things that don't matter.
 
So you can't say who you really are?
Mother wants me to be placid.
So you can't say who you really are?
Father wants me to be industrious.
So you can't say who you really are?
No, I can't even ask that.
 
Do you want to know the things I have seen?
I'm sure
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Literature
Burned Little Boy
Once upon a time,
A burned little boy,
Did have to climb,
Before dark forces destroy,
A race against time,
Find what to employ,
To hear truth chime.
 
There's something he must know,
But Mother must protect him,
There's someplace he must go,
But the lock is grim,
What's missing truth might show,
But that's beyond the brim,
Knowledge may lay him low.
 
He feels like that armored knight,
Standing before entrance to dragon's lair,
He's frightened to start a fight,
But he knows the treasure's there.
And that it's his by right,
If they will not willingly share,
He'll get the truth by night.
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Literature
Navi and Kip
The sunrise painted low hanging clouds the soft color of roses at their edges, and bright gold near the horizon.  Fresh powder covered the ground, and the glistening white hills reflected the rising yellow orb in the silence of winter broken only by the snowplows.  Those stalwart drivers who rise before even the sun were busy at work, like a surgeon with stints, their rumbling diesel engines unclogged the arteries of the city.  That rumbling was of little concern to the occupants of a little three bedroom cottage In that part of town that was built before houses were as uniformed as automobiles nestled into the side of a steep hill and the recipient of the regular morning and midnight breezes.  That key feature of the neighborhood, known as Hillside, is what made it and its largest park famous for particularly large snow drifts.  One of the residents of that house, Kip, was highly interested in the famous park, and its famous hill, with its famous drifts of sno
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Literature
A Poetic Man's Birthday
A mutual fan skilled with pen,
Leaves astute observations below,
A mind clear like a glen,
With insight to show.
 
He took the characters in his hand,
And there they played themselves out,
Nothing contrived or built on sand,
Only themselves did they shout.
 
He prompted me to and my own,
I think myself his equal match,
Smoldering rivalry our skill has shown,
I think now it's me he'll have to catch.
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Literature
: Green Eyed Boys
Three little sons he loves so much,
They're blonde like her,
And have green eyes,
Unlike parents brown as such.
 
They have her high cheeks,
Her sparkling laugh,
Her cheeky smile,
They have the way he speaks.
 
He was so tender with those sons,
Taught them to build,
Taught them courage,
To him they were the most beloved ones.
 
Only those green eyed boys could make him cry,
Once a scare with a fever,
Thrice out of pure pride and joy,
The love in his heart could make him fly.
 
Funny thing said the mailman,
"They've got my eyes"
Said with a wicked smile,
That knew doubt's destructive span.
 
He came home early with a fistful of roses red,
Green eyed sons,
Make sudden sense,
For the mailman was with his wife in bed.
 
The charade was over and done,
He offered consoling,
She filed for divorce,
Now he's left wondering how it'd begun.
 
The judge pounds his gavel at the close,
No rights to the sons he loved,
But still he must pay child support,
He finds hi
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Literature
Wanted
She wanted strength,
So he became stone,
Covering his wounds,
To keep his pain unknown.
 
She wanted sensitivity,
So he became unfired clay,
Showing the slightest marks,
To take new forms every day.
 
She wanted provision,
So he became steel,
Taking on the toughest jobs,
To keep want from her to feel.
 
She wanted obedience,
So he became a dog,
Keeping at her heels,
To keep from feeling a verbal flog.
 
Whatever she wanted,
He would become,
Changing to whims,
To keep her happiness beating the drum.
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Literature
Loss
It started with a goldfish too well fed,
Then our dog went alone to the shed,
Then Great Grandma on her hospital bed,
All away in their due time were sped.
 
All went in their natural way,
And comforting words did I hear and say,
In all thanks I could pray,
But that's not the loss I feel today.
 
Little brother brought her into my life,
When he fell in love and got himself a wife,
She was my niece then without strife,
But now my heart's been cut by a knife.
 
While little brother was deployed overseas,
His wife was fickle as the breeze,
She wandered for herself to please,
Without care to the heart to which she held the keys.
 
Little brother found out when he came home,
Or maybe before it was known,
Even after forgiveness was shown,
Whole family tossed away like unwanted stone.
 
For a year I sang her to sleep,
For a year my love grew deep,
A year since our love was tossed on the heap,
A year since she treated family cheap.
 
How do you grieve for somebody
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Literature
Coffee Couplets
The morning is good or so I find,
If the night before my coffee did I grind!
 
Daily I make sure to drink my brew,
Otherwise I'd be too grumpy to talk to you!
 
Coffee that delightful bitter taste,
To leave even the dregs would be a waste!
 
An addict I surly am not,
But quitting coffee is far from my want!
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Hello Interwebs! I'm an amature novilist and poet with an aptitude for character creation. I love to read, write, hike, backpack, fish, and converse, along with many other things as well. If I could live in the woods sustained by the prowess of my pen alone, I would in half a heartbeat. I tend to lean toward introverted, but the anonymity of the Internet makes me unusually outgoing (for me anyhow,) so please excuse me if I annoy you. Also I'm from California.
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I seem to have contracted some kind of deadly plague. All right, that might be just a tad bit hyperbolic. Suffice to say I am feeling slightly unwell comma and therefore I shall not be pursuing any work today, and to those of you with whom I was carrying on conversations, I have regret to inform you that I shall be out of contact until such time as my stomach decides to stay still.

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    It is forbidden not to tag anyone.  I don't like this rule so I'm changing it.  It's totally okay to not tag anybody.

    Tag backs are allowed.

     

    Tagged by BatNats

     

    Thirteen things about myself:

    1. I am a human being.
    2. I am alive.
    3. I am not addicted to coffee, I can quit anytime I like.
    4. I really don't want to quit.
    5. I love beer.
    6. I literally cannot ever drink beer ever again.  Ever.
    7. I hate shorts, blue jeans for the win.
    8. Flat caps are best hats.  I win, shut up.
    9. If I'm not working (and out in public) I wear a bow tie.  Because they're cool.  (They'd get quickly ruined if I wore them while working)
    10. I think that strapping eighty pounds of food and equipment and trudging through the wilderness for days on end without any human contact apart from those along with me is fun.
    11. I have a dog.
    12. My glasses are not an accessory, I need them.  Badly.
    13. I really enjoy literature.

     

    Now 13 questions XP 

     

    1. What's your #1 guilty pleasure food?

    Chocolate in large amounts.

    2. Pepsi or Coca Cola?

    Coca Cola, Mexican.

    3. Ever found something in your pocket you don't remember putting in there? 

    Cash and change a few days later.

    4. Favorite color?

    To wear, gray.  To see, blue.

    5. Ever lost something and made a big deal about it just to find it in the simplest of places?

    My glasses.  Often.  Shut up.

    6. Ever stumped your toe so bad you threatened the thing you stumped your toe on?

    … Does destroying the thing count?

    7. Is Bacon the meaning of life?

    Is there life without bacon?

    8. Favorite movie?

    I think it's still Raiders.

    9. Movie you love but everyone else hates? 

    Ghost Rider isn't the worst thing in the world //absconds//

    10. Batman vs Superman, who wins?

    Batman.  Obviously.

    11. Ever choked on a popcorn? 

    Not that I remember.

    12. What's that song you sing along without thinking?

    Right now, It's Ophelia, but also I like Riptide.

    13. What's your worst pet peeve? 

    USE YOUR FLIPPING TURN SIGNAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

     

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    1. Why is pineapple so good on pizza?
    2. For serious, what color is that dress?
    3. How do you deal with life's uncertainty?
    4. What keeps you going when things seem dark?
    5. Do you ever think about what makes you yourself?
    6. Are you afraid of changing without realizing it?  Why or why not?
    7. How much chocolate can you eat in one sitting?
    8. What do you think of chocolate covered bacon?
    9. What do you think of bacon covered chocolate?
    10. How much spicy can you handle?
    11. Why is coffee so good?
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You see unyielding asphalt streets,

You see graffiti covered walls,

You see that it all repeats,

You see the hardness of city halls.

 

There's no telling what he sees,

Whether the road is a stream,

What he means with his pleas,

Whether he's waking or in dream.

 

His eyes are glazed over like the dead,

But his arms are lifted to the sky,

There's no telling what's in his head,

Though he acts like he's going to die.

 

You sense danger as he nears,

You can't explain what's amiss,

But any who looks can know your fears,

And you lock the door against death's kiss.

:Street
Yesterday I had to go into an industrial suburb of LA, and there I saw a man high out of his mind wandering the middle of the street.  I hate LA.
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Is it lazy to break for the holiday?

Is it lazy to rhyme with day?

 

Give me a break I'm running on pure caffeine,

So much coffee it's obscene.

 

I'll try to be back tomorrow in full force,

But I can't make any promises of course.

It's been said that the written word in poetry and prose are tools for getting to deep truths. Unless you're me and you're just pumping out a poem a day.
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Once upon a time there was a little knight, who as it happens was called Sir Little.  Now, Sir Little lived in a little castle and rode a little horse in a big kingdom on big adventures.  He tamed the griffons on snowy peaks; he slew giants in the fields.  He dove for treasure with mermaids, and followed maps to lost cities.  He even partied with the king and queen!  Sometimes he won, and sometimes he lost.  Sir Little still swears that the goblins cheat at marbles.

While Sir Little could go just about anywhere in the kingdom, there was one place that he didn't go, and that was only because he was a good little knight.  The Cave of Treasure.  It was said that there's a treasure for everybody in the kingdom behind its iron door guarded by a fierce red dragon.  As knowing that you'd have to face a fire breathing dragon wasn't enough to keep adventurers away, before they even got to the dragon, they had to climb a long and winding trail of stairs, each step up a chance to turn around.  At the very end of the trail waited a wooden sign, a lone sentry standing before the dragon's lair with the polite warning, "Please ask the dragon for the key."

After losing a game of marbles to a friendly goblin who was defiantly (well, probably not) a cheater, Sir Little handed over his best marble like a good little knight saying, "Enjoy your treasure, you won it fair and square.  Allegedly."

The good natured goblin giggled gleefully, "Golly good sir, it's not my fault you're no good at marbles."

"I'm plenty good at marbles," Sir Little insisted.

"Then why don't you win?"

"That's the question."

That giggly goblin giggled some more, then he patted the knight's shining armor, "I have an answer.  You're good enough to get this treasure, but not good enough to keep it."

Sir Little looked longingly at the lost marble, "I wonder if you're good enough to keep it."

It's quite a curious thing to see a serious look from a goblin, and Sir Little saw one as the goblin said, "I'll never risk this treasure."

Sir Little was struck by this, so he said, "Then treasure it."

They parted ways then, and Sir Little got to thinking.  "What's my treasure?" he asked himself.  Sir Little thought to himself for a little while, and then he answered himself, "No, it's not my little sword…"  He thought to himself a little longer, and answered himself again, "No, it's not my little shield…"  A little more thinking to himself before Sir Little answered himself again, "No, it's not even my little horse…"  An indignant neighing interrupted his thinking, so he said, "Sorry Apples, I treasure you, but you're not really mine."

It just so happened that Apples took Sir Little to the start of that well known staircase.  "A treasure for everybody in the kingdom…" he muttered as he looked at the sign pointing up the stairs.  Almost as if in a trance, Sir Little read the sign aloud, "The Cave of Treasures is up the stairs, every step should be your own."

Sir Little thought about the sign for a bit, and then he slid down out of the saddle saying, "I guess if the treasure's mine, then so is the journey.  Wait here, Apples."

With a look over his shoulder to his little horse shaking its little mane in a little goodbye, the little knight took a very big step.  The second and third steps were just as big, too.  So were the fourth and fifth and all right up to the thirtieth step!  Fortunately for Sir Little, that thirtieth step was more of a landing conveniently shaded by a pine tree.  Sir Little gratefully leaned up against the tree and wiped the sweat from his brow, and a little gray bunny hopped up the steps behind him and flopped herself flat on the shaded flagstone.

"Hello Ms. Bunny," said Sir Little.

"Hello Sir Little," said Ms. Bunny.

"Are you on your way to the Cave of Treasure?"

"That's right."

"Me too!"

Ms. Bunny looked up from where she lay in puzzlement and said, "But you're too little."

Sir Little puffed out his chest and answered, "I'm bigger than you!"

Ms. Bunny smiled a crooked smile and explained, "That's true, but I am big for a rabbit, where as you are not big for a knight."

The expression on Sir Little's face was definitely not a pout as he indignantly insisted, "It's never stopped me before."

Ms. Bunny stood up and stretched before she said, "That's a good point, but there wasn't a dragon before."  With that, she hopped on ahead, and Sir Little watched the little bunny's little ears bounce up and down until its little tail disappeared around the bend, and the little knight picked up his little foot and took another big step.

Up, and up, and up, and up the little knight took big steps, until he found another landing with another pine tree.  While Sir Little was thankful to the tree for the shade, he couldn't help but feel sorry for how the wind had bent it over and twisted it into knots.  He sat down on one of the knots, and was surprised to meet Bill the styre there.

With the clattering of hooves the shaggy old ram nimbly jumped down from a large boulder saying in his braying voice, "It's strange to see you on this side of the mountain."

"I'm going to the Cave of Treasure," answered Sir Little between pants.

"You've still got a long way to go."

"I can make it."

"It's okay to turn back you know."

Sir Little frowned at Bill and retorted forcefully, "I can make it."

The styre just laughed and said, "I believe you."

Sir Little definitely wasn't pouting when he asked, "Then why mention turning back?"

"Because you have to decide to keep going just as much as you'd have to decide to turn back."  With that, bill tapped his little horns and leapt with his little hooves further down the mountain, and the little knight furrowed his little brow, tapped his little boot, and adjusted his little visor.  Then, he took a big step up the mountain.

Up, and up, and up he climbed, and this time he was even more determined.  He was so determined in fact, that he did not stop to chat with anybody he met along the way.  He didn't stop to chat with the happy farmer.  He didn't stop to chat with the friendly family of little mice.  He didn't even stop to chat with the noble fellow knight.  Sir Little just focused on the next step, and the next one, and the next one, and the next one until he stumbled at the top of the stair because he was so used to them that he expected another

There at the top of the stairs was a little alcove in the mountains, something like half of a funnel, with a winding path at its end where that lonesome sign stood silent sentry.  Sir little read the big, bold lettering aloud just like the one at the bottom of the stairs, "Please ask the dragon for the key."  Then, he was suddenly possessed by a desire to turn around.  When he did, he saw the kingdom's  patchwork of little farms and big cities stretching out as far as the eye could see.  "That's a whole lot prettier than staring at stone stairs," he said wistfully.  Even though he didn’t realize he was looking for it, Sir Little's little eyes picked out his little castle of their own accord and he reached his little hand out toward where his little bed was waiting for him safe and warm by a little fire.

Sir little was quite surprised to find that his little feet had taken little steps quite on their own to the very edge of the first stair down, but he shook his little head and made a big choice, "I'm deciding to keep going!"

The little knights armor clattered as he performed an about face and marched right on past the sign and down the twisty path.  He rounded the final bend and in front of an iron door, there she was.

The dragon was at the same time fearsome and beautiful, her ruby red scales glinted in the sun, and her emerald green eyes burned with sharp, hot wisdom.  Her voice was like a gale tearing through a forest, and cut into the heart as easily as a good knife into an apple, and with that voice she demanded, "Why are you here, Sir Little?"

Sir little tried not to shake in his armor as he answered honestly like a good little knight, "T-to go into the C-Cave of T-Treasure."

She raised a scaly eyebrow and questioned him further, "And what do you want inside?"

Frankly, Sir Little hadn't thought of an answer beforehand because the question had never occurred to him.  Images of golden chalices, diamond necklaces, ruby encrusted swords and other such riches flashed in his head at her asking.  Then, like the good little knight he was, Sir Little answered, "I… I don't know…"

"Come back when you're big enough."  The  judgement fell on Sir Little like a hammer on a tin can, and he crumpled inside.

The little knight preformed another about face, and began to go back.  He hung his little head, hunched his little shoulders, and dragged his little feet along the twisting path weeping big tears.  When he got to the top of the stairs, Sir Little simply couldn't bring himself to step down the first stair, so he sat himself down on it.  He dried his eyes, and was surprised by a visit from a crow.

The crow perched himself on Sir Little's helmet and looked into the knight's face upside-down, and asked him, "Why the long face?"

"I don't want to talk about it," said Sir Little morosely.

Undeterred, the crow asked, "If you don't talk about it, how can you get any help?"

"Maybe I don't need any help."

The crow cawed indignantly, "I know what crying looks like!"

It was Sir Little's turn to ask a question, "Does it look like I'm crying?"

The crow turned his head and answered, "It looks like you just stopped."

Sir Little was good and caught, so he confessed, "The dragon won't give me the key."

"Do you have a treasure in the cave?"

"Yes."

"Is it yours?"

"Yes."

"Then go get it."

"How  can I?  The dragon won't give me the key."

"The dragon has to sleep too.  Wait for her to fall asleep, and just take it and go in."

Sir little didn't answer, so the crow flew off into the setting sun to leave Sir Little alone with his thoughts.

By the time the stars had come out, Sir Little had made his decision.  He had stripped off his armor to make no noise as he crept along the path in his tunic, and ignored the accusation of the silent sentry.  Once he got to the end of the path, Sir Little peered around the bend to make sure that the dragon was asleep.  She was, and the silver key glinted in the moonlight on a cord around her neck.  Slowly, on tiptoe, on bare feet, the knight snuck up to the sleeping dragon.  Then, he held a little breath, reached out a little hand, and plucked up the key with his little fingers and took a big gulp.  His heart raced as he fled toward the path, and the silver key clattered against the dragon's scales.

Sir Little returned to his armor, and the dragon met him there saying nothing.  She simply stared at the little knight's little face with his little weeping eyes letting big tears roll down his rosy cheeks.

Oh how that fearsome guardian towered above that little caught knight, but she did not accuse him even with her eyes.  But still Sir Little found himself taking a position of defense until she finally asked softly, "What were you doing?"

"When I'm big enough?!" he shot back at her accusingly, "What does that even mean?!  I'm big enough to go anyplace in this whole kingdom!  I'm big enough to party with the king and queen!  I'm big enough to wrestle giants!  I'm big enough to dive with mermaids!  I'm big enough to do all sorts of things!  I'm even big enough to stand up to you!"

Softly, gently, the dragon asked, "Are you sure?"

Sir Little shook the tears and defeat from his little eyes, took up his little sword, and hefted his little shield before he said in a big voice, "Yes!  So you might as well roast me now!"

The dragon sighed, "Oh, alright then," and turned her back to go back down the path to the door.

Puzzled, Sir little asked, "Alright you're going to roast me?"

"Alright I'm going to open the door," she answered.

"Oh," Sir Little said meekly as he followed her with his sword and shield hanging in his hands.  When they reached the door, the dragon took the key in her talons and turned it in the lock.  The lock made a loud clang, and the hinges creaking sent a chill up Sir Little's spine, but the dragon sighed out fire into the Cave of Treasure to light a hundred candles all at once.

Sir Little's eyes were dazzled by the light dancing off of gold and silver, off of gems and jewels, off of treasures of all sorts.  However, he himself could only stumble inside.  He stumbled past a golden chalice, he stumbled past a diamond necklace, and he stumbled past a ruby encrusted sword besides all other kinds of riches.  None of it was his though, so he couldn't even touch it, of course.  That is until he stumbled upon it.

It wasn't gold or silver, but brass, and didn't have gemstones in it, but glass.  It was a little brass spyglass, covered in dents and scratches which would have looked dignified and respectable just about anyplace else.  Here though, here in all the gold and silver splendor, that little spyglass looked rather shabby.  Well, you or I might have said so about it, but not Sir Little.  To Sir Little, nothing in that room was more beautiful that that dented and tarnished spyglass, and what he said about it was, "This belonged to my dad."

"He left it here for you," said the dragon.

The little knight's little finger trembled as he took up his little treasure as his little heart filled up to bursting with big, big feelings and he asked, "Why this?"

"So you could see where you've been, and where you're going."

    Write the rules. (Or copy and paste them, whichever you prefer.)

    Write 13 things about yourself.

    Answer 13 things asked by the person who tagged you, and make your own 13 questions.

    Tag 13 deviants. Make sure they know they are tagged.

    Don't say "You're tagged if you read this".

    It is forbidden not to tag anyone.  I don't like this rule so I'm changing it.  It's totally okay to not tag anybody.

    Tag backs are allowed.

     

    Tagged by BatNats

     

    Thirteen things about myself:

    1. I am a human being.
    2. I am alive.
    3. I am not addicted to coffee, I can quit anytime I like.
    4. I really don't want to quit.
    5. I love beer.
    6. I literally cannot ever drink beer ever again.  Ever.
    7. I hate shorts, blue jeans for the win.
    8. Flat caps are best hats.  I win, shut up.
    9. If I'm not working (and out in public) I wear a bow tie.  Because they're cool.  (They'd get quickly ruined if I wore them while working)
    10. I think that strapping eighty pounds of food and equipment and trudging through the wilderness for days on end without any human contact apart from those along with me is fun.
    11. I have a dog.
    12. My glasses are not an accessory, I need them.  Badly.
    13. I really enjoy literature.

     

    Now 13 questions XP 

     

    1. What's your #1 guilty pleasure food?

    Chocolate in large amounts.

    2. Pepsi or Coca Cola?

    Coca Cola, Mexican.

    3. Ever found something in your pocket you don't remember putting in there? 

    Cash and change a few days later.

    4. Favorite color?

    To wear, gray.  To see, blue.

    5. Ever lost something and made a big deal about it just to find it in the simplest of places?

    My glasses.  Often.  Shut up.

    6. Ever stumped your toe so bad you threatened the thing you stumped your toe on?

    … Does destroying the thing count?

    7. Is Bacon the meaning of life?

    Is there life without bacon?

    8. Favorite movie?

    I think it's still Raiders.

    9. Movie you love but everyone else hates? 

    Ghost Rider isn't the worst thing in the world //absconds//

    10. Batman vs Superman, who wins?

    Batman.  Obviously.

    11. Ever choked on a popcorn? 

    Not that I remember.

    12. What's that song you sing along without thinking?

    Right now, It's Ophelia, but also I like Riptide.

    13. What's your worst pet peeve? 

    USE YOUR FLIPPING TURN SIGNAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

     

    Now my questions.

     

    1. Why is pineapple so good on pizza?
    2. For serious, what color is that dress?
    3. How do you deal with life's uncertainty?
    4. What keeps you going when things seem dark?
    5. Do you ever think about what makes you yourself?
    6. Are you afraid of changing without realizing it?  Why or why not?
    7. How much chocolate can you eat in one sitting?
    8. What do you think of chocolate covered bacon?
    9. What do you think of bacon covered chocolate?
    10. How much spicy can you handle?
    11. Why is coffee so good?
    12. Can you walk on your hands?
    13. What is the best meet?
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Commissiouns.

Some things up front:
- I won't write about doing the sex. That's it, if you're looking for somebody to bring your erotica to life, look elsewhere.
- Horror and gore aren't exactly my forte, so I might give it a try, or I might not.
- If I write about children, it's going to stay innocent. Kiss on the cheek, holding hands, that sort of thing.
- Human bodies have certain functions, everybody knows what they're like, don't expect a great amount of detail
You don't have a right to my labor, but I have the right to refuse. For any reason at any time, that's how freedom works.

Commissions

Character backstory
Do you have an original character, but not a backstory? Or perhaps an adopted character that didn't come with one? Or maybe your character does have a backstory, but you haven't written it down? I can work off just an image, or that and a description of their personality to give you a general backstory in two to three paragraphs.
Short stories
Give me a list of characters and a general idea what you want to happen, and I'll give you a standalone short story.
General poetry
Give me a subject and I'll write you a poem from one to four verses. You may request a specific form if you'd like.
Couplets
Tell me what you want it to be about, and I’ll give you a funny little couplet.

Polls? 

62%
8 deviants said super cereal.
23%
3 deviants said bacon
15%
2 deviants said lulz

If you'd like to...

One of the exciting things about writing (for me anyhow,) is the possibility that one of my stories may inspire somebody. Bearing that in mind, if you want to draw one of my characters, go for it! I'd say the same for any scene from the stories, or location, or, well anything really. All I require is that you credit me as the creator, and label your work as an interpenetration, which I don't think to be much of an imposition at all. After all I am just setting rules for the use of my property. Philosophy aside, I'd love to see what anybody makes of my imaginings.

BEFORE YOU COMMENT

Hello there, before you thank me for the llama, I'd like to encourage you to be a little creative. I just might play along.
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MyFotoYourPrint Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Hobbyist Photographer
You Got Llama Back

Feel free to drop by whenever :)
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NoodlesD0odles Featured By Owner 4 days ago  New Deviant
Thank you for the llama!
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Kay950 Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2017  Student Digital Artist
Thank you so so much for the watch :D
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SleepingAyumu Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2017  Student General Artist
Thank you, come again! :iconsadcraiplz:
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PyroGeekArt Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you for the llama!
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Mashiro17 Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2017  New Deviant Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you so much for the llama badge
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Zoelinlove Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks for the llama
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costage Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you for the Llama!!!
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Snowyleopard0423 Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2017  New Deviant
thanks for the llama
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EbN-9 Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you for the llama, thank youu sooo much and good continuation !!!
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Thanks for the llama :)
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Thanks for the llama. :)
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thank you for the llama! :happybounce:
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Eweeka Featured By Owner Apr 14, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks for the llama! :aww:
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WhoopySnoopy Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
snoopy-Llama-thanks by WhoopySnoopy   Snoopy-hugging-anim-75pix by WhoopySnoopy  
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