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| ::soft guitar music begins to play:: Now I'll spin you a rhyme of somethin' once upon a time..not too long ago. A sunny day brought a sunny scorchio across my path...love is what she sought, and the wind carried her song to my ears. Our music was joined, her hand held by mine, on those cold cloudless nights not a star didn't shine. She was...a Rainbow. A beauty of colors unbound, the light that follows the darkness of the storm...she shined on me and my heart sang. But just as the rainbow so quickly fades into the clouds, so did she fade from my life. My spirit still runs free along the path of life...pain and loss are merely bumps in the road that are quickly passed. But never do I look in the sky and see a rainbow...without her shining in my eyes. |
| I'll tell you a tale of omelettes and ixi gore...and the scorchio who was like an egg. Strong was his shell, so pale and so thick. Many scattered from him with a small simple flick....of his black blade, so red. Yet confined in this shell and yearning to be free is that gooey soft yolk he wants no one to see. So squishy....so...eggy.... This Egg scorchio hates his goo...omelettes too. Ah, how the song of this egg man will ring when his shell finally cracks...and may all who hear it sing...their very last song. |
The sound of a gelerts nails tap tapping on the ground. He is hungry Fwash. My own wings sound as I take flight The rainbow pool Resembles a colorful bottlecap Soft The wind in my ears Fat Is the food shop chia... Of so many burgers Grass, so dry and brown Is beneath my feet I walk inside Confined once more A lupe's tail beating the floor Thump...thump... Sausage omelettes are done Extra cinnamon please..... |
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Aside from the love I have for my new family, one of my first loves was music. My guitar is my oldest friend...I take her on all my travels. Wild recently took the liberty of givin' her a new paint job...now she too is painted with the love of the stars.