Ohhhhhhh.....

[marsden_online]

I sit here eating Pizza while LJ is a prick about responding to requests. I'm very glad I had something in the freezer that I could cook (reasonably) quickly.

Buckets is over. I'm not going to type much now - it would take to long and I really should have a big drink of water to offset this headache from drinking too much sugary stuff and then collapse into bed. That and my typo rate is way up.

Another record attendance, and the event ran the smoothest of any I can remember (a lot). It was nice for that to happen on my last time in the organisers seat. However, I didn't get that same buzz from the weekend I usually do. It just happened for the most part, and now instead of feeling exhausted but happy I just feel kind of empty.

I wonder who will do it next year?

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The Seraphs

My body’s made of fire
Black and deep and cold
Burning for the choice I made
So many Years ago

And love will keep me tethered
For my wings are stripped of flight
But into my mad deluded world
They cross the battle lines

Into their end

One dream of god
One dream of less
One dream of strength and cowardice
With the rage of the seraphs at my side

One dream of man
One dream of hate
One dream of love
One dream of hate
With the rage of the seraphs at my side

The punishments I carry now
Are of my own design
For once I brought the hand of god
And now this gift is mine

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You are of the Akashayana. The mind is a mirror
and the world is its reflection.


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Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Good job on BoD, BTW.