doggies on Tia's "Polar express"

Randa Isil "re-mix"

Our paw prints disappearing,
There are fewer of us now,
This is what our race was fearing,
And humans disavow.

Our homes are gone,
And we are left to wander.
Hoping to make it until dawn,
We cried at the moon and pondered.

We say you humans need a tune-up
But few if any care,
They do these things - total screwup,
This world we have to share.

Your polluting and your dumping,
And credit card fueled spending,
The gas you cant stop pumping,
When the banksters were all lending:

Maybe when the lights go out
You'll tally up the damage done,
Gaze at the moon, and cuss and shout,
And wonder where we've run.

A Rakuen, soft light and hallowed
The garish earthly lights did hide.
And HAARp'ing sound laid fallow,
Where now the wolves abide.

Apologies to Tia, who is no longer "Age 14"
(Disclaimer: Imitation may be the sincerest form of flattery - but not necessarily endorsement


"Not bad, conetzin, considering it's all plagiarized"
"I didn't say hers was good, nor mine better"
"Hmmm... looks like a hard read, according to the software here:"
"You're kidding!, you gonna believe an algo or you're own lyin' eyes?"

Quetta Aiwenion

"I cant do it!"

what?

"I cant!"

oh , now what it is it Elli?

"I cant tell the story- I - I just cant do it."

What do you want me to do, Cariad? Cut out your heart - would that make it easier?

"Do you think it would help?"

Hmmm... cant say it would help - it might stop your whining...

... or not... Okay... well anyways. I forgot, Elluindil DOES know the language of the birds, never thought about teocuitatl in quite that way, but it's obvious... ok, so it's not. We must be circumspect in what we say about the subject as there are aspects of alchemy that should not be taken lightly (as the engineers at Tepco have discovered) and this circumspection has made this subject harder to write about...

The language of the birds, well I'm not talking about language like in the last post, but the OTHER language of the birds, the alchemical one

Wolves, (Men) and Angels

Blood of the Moon, teocuitatl

Alchemy is a strange beast you find it in the most unlikely places, Toluca for instance. Beasts wretched or otherwise trees flowers stones stars, nobles and humans - all contain the same essence, the-same-mercury, the same sulfur...


"The same tears of the gods," -ML


Melda, you want me to finish or start leaking again?


"sorry... "


Some of you would like to figure out how to transform yourselves into one of the four-leggeds like Darcia did- but for altogether different reasons I guess - or perhaps not so different but perhaps not so selfish either.

I'd better explain. Or rather, I'd better quote somebody else. This world is so screwed up now, and so confused over stuff that used to be obvious when the great chain of being included, well, everything.

In addition to WR, I also like SSOTC, and what I like about it is what Lewis writes in "Out of the Silent Planet."

"How can I tell you I just KNOW the malacandrians do not keep pets: they dont need to. Each of them has the experience of the other species as an encounter with the wild other - like themselves but different. A thing we lack in our world, a hole we try to fill with our pets."

You realize Little Creek and Spirit can almost talk to each other. Of course Toboe could do that too: horses, crows, cats (though they creep him out).


"Rats, Hawks..."


Daro Ya! Where was I - oh yea, talking to other sentient beings

more to follow...

Sometimes with all the mess around you it helps to keep a sense of perspective. Poor Kiba, I'm not sure he ever quite understood it all until the end. Melda said to me, "Look to the west and ditch the western traditions." Speaking of your house burning down and Now I can see the moon...

The sky disintegrates and turns to dust,
The great earth becomes peaceful, no-one can see it.
Abruptly, the dry tree opens its one flower.
Calling to another spring, beyond history.

(What Daichi taught the Samurai Kiksushi in the snow)

ML - As with Laurelin, so then with the white tree of Gondor.
EL - I figured out the riddle, Meldasama, the shortest route east from here is to keep going west.
ML - The shortest route anywhere is via internet.

Yikes!

Ellie, it's getting much too rareified here. C'mon, do I have to teach you to tell a story? If it gets any more obtuse, even detective Lebowski wouldn't read this garbage. This isn't supposed to be a graduate dissertation you know...

(hmm... like he should know...) - EL


Me contareis mentiras...

Auta i Lome, Rakuen entuluva!

Suilad Mellyn!

it is said that on the day of hiroshima, only one doctor was on duty at the hospital and some hours after the event, the americans called to see what was going on. (The nerve!) Allegedly this saint is supposed to have replied.

"now that my house has burned down, I can see the moon more clearly."

And that is why Alchemy was never the science of the masses. The price is too high, beyond me, soteigai.

"oiyedd, conetzin, me dijisted que hallareis boas albricias!" ML.

Supposedly this story has a happy ending. If you can get over episode 28 and 29, you'll get to 30. That is to say, the nobles loose. Utterly

Apres 11.3.2011, le Deluge.

Ai, cariad, did I not warn you that the war of the nobles is real? Did you think you could long avoid this reality? 滅びの日


Tell me what the Rain knows:
Oh is this the flood of fortune,
that breaks itself upon me,
Oh see how I drown in this sea...


You ask, what did they do to deserve such catastrophe? But already you know the answer: nothing.

That is the way of such things, or have the tears all blinded you? In order to transform the caterpillar into the butterfly, the former must be unmade, for man to repent he must first dash his head on the stone of destiny. How greatly I desire to wipe away all your tears, but this I cannot do yet. And theoretical discussions ("theo-rhetor") are such a poor substitute for direct experience which you must encounter and suffer for yourself, na kare indomelya... ai, such bitter words. These are given to you: to apply wisdom where it is warranted, apply prudence where it is called for, and show compassion where it is needed most. Come now, would Toboe ask such silly questions?

-ML

What schlemiel came up with the idea of storing that much spent fuel in one place?... Oh, the AMERICANS! Of course! Damn Fool Cowboys. Baw! Were there no other choices? Then why do they spend so much on cold fusion research? What did the old master say "threaten them with death, and they will live." Threatened they have been, now what will they do? Now how will they live? There is no place to go. The secrets of freedom lie within energy, and the secrets of energy are well known, but hidden away where the wolves cannot find them. Daro! I waste my words.

3/19 Damn! He's been crying for a week- well for three days, and when he couldn't anymore, he sat there by the kitchen door watching as the rain fell and the sky did his crying for him! Then on sunday he turns to me smiles and says.. "I know how this story ends... the nobles loose."