oh woe, the little spider in the bathroom finally gave up and died

I seem to imagine almost everything as carving. even seeing in the fourth dimension! ...or would it be the fifth.... any dimension perhaps? you carve away the maybes and presto - the god of happens is revealed beneath a dust of would.

Pie is delicious and singing and spinning with Kathlyn is gollygee happy.

Being a person is really hard

and from the myopic, broken-hearts of the fallen sons of sky grew a longing. The winds and the waters tumbled the stones about, trying to return their songs, but merely ground that longing into clay. From clay were the golems and trolls born - creatures of waiting. The trolls looked at the sky and knew that someday the sun would harden them to ( Read more... )

I am going to take a nap. I feel like this is a really bad idea. Whee.

...yup. bad idea. My body revolted and refused to hear the alarm. Woops.

Someone tried to wash a dead Barney down the sink, but there are chunks of decomposing purple floating and smelling putrid and grapey.

I just had icecream!

"Take my breastbone as your vessel and my wings as sails. This would kill any ordinary bird, but by the words I speak, I am no ordinary bird." And so saying, he smote his chest with his bright beak, and lay open and still at her feet ( Read more... )

Do you guys have 'somedays' you all wish for? What are they like? Do you believe in them, even just a little ( Read more... )