Right then, today has been rather awesome so far, although my printer has died a horrible death, which is quite sad *sob* but still.. tempted to go outside, read some Pratchett, and have a doze soon, so thought i'd attempt to add an excerpt from something i started a while back :D

From "Just for the hell of it"

  Kasanine was, like, bored. Like, totally, Bored, with a capital 'B'. She'd run through her team building exercises for the cycle, fleshed out some of her weaker drones, and gone through the punishment rota for the next three weeks work already. But really, she was rather disappointed, almost all of her minions had performed excellently, and she'd only gotten to incinerate two of them! Humph! One measly grunt, and a fallen angel with a tendency to drift. She'd have to work them harder tomorrow, can't have standards slipping, after all! 

 The Succubus thrust her exquisitely jeweled heels onto her diamond encrusted desk, kicking paperwork onto the floor as she did so, something about a reshuffle, that wouldn't affect her department anyway, she'd have a finance minion deal with it. Examining delicately manicured nails, she flicked a button on her desk, opening a screen near her. An apparition filled the screen, a demon with flames covering his body, skin covered in intricate tatoos, shining blonde hair, a rather sharp little goatee beard and very little in the way of clothing. "Brother!" Kasanine sulked "I find myself with nothing to do.. All my minions are performing disgustingly well, its just not Faaiir"

The demon on the screen grinned "Problems, sister? Its unlike you to be so eager to find more work"

"Kayan, dearest, i miss our playchamber, these mortals bore me.." Kasanine pressed another button, and a scream echoed from her offices "Oops, slipped! Why does the mistress make us play this silly game anyway, i almost miss the fire and brimstone days, at least then i could get a good drink"

"I'll have a look, see if i can find you a game to play, sister" Kayan reclined, the flames around him forming into a chaise longue "In the meantime, come see us soon, Ignatius missed you, and mother dearest is beside herself without you around"

"I shall, I shall," Kasanine leant to tap the button again "I can leave the office with the supervisors for a while"

Morning :)

Okay, Sunday mornings apparently don't work in my brain, just accidently printed off seventeen pages of research instead of one >_<

*facepalm*

But anywho, its not so warm today, so hopefully will be able to get something creative done, and suchlike and so forth.. I shall try my best to get something up today, then possibly go and jump around pretending to be a kangaroo for a bit..

much luff,

Lonface McThorpus

xxxxx

Hot Chocolate, bourbons and doctor who? I think I might have to :D

Heat.. (and "For You")

Lets be honest, its bloody lovely, for october, and therefore I expect that I might not be that popular for complaining :D but its bloomin' boiling! Possibly the fact that i spent most of today in the kitchen, like a proper little housewife, won't help, particularly.. But i do have awesome rolls, bread, and CAKE! So i'm quite happy, just a little frazzled ;)

Here's another rather old one, needing to be saved from the rather scraggly piece of paper it seems to be hanging on to. I thought it should be shared, as it was that desperate to stay around!

For You

Been with me through thick and thin,

Kept me, through health and ill

Gave me reason to survive again

Time, when no-one paused

If Angels saw, and frowned,

We never saw their gaze,

Always stood our ground,

And fought for Us, Alive

I'll keep you close forever,

Whether seas around us part,

Though our pairing severed,

There'll always be our Heart.

Eternity, seemed so long,

Time soars around us,

Shadows seem to throng,

Echo, Silent Song

Patio Furniture (1)

This poem isn't finished, and its still just a shadow of the original, which i lost a while back.. consider the first public draft, it still needs a lot of tweaking..

Patio Furniture

We've sat here a million times,
talking endlessly,
'bout things we'll do,
how theres always something new

Thousand cigarette butts
keep us company,
crystal neon streetnight,
our starlit ocean shining bright.

Hundred empty bottles,
never bothered to clear away,
glinting silver bottle caps
Sparkling littered collapse.

Ten minutes seemed like days,
forgotten dreamlike haze
alcohol to sober us,
day to sleep, ease us.

One, just us, in the end,
when piercing sunlight comes,
Jumps upon us, fire alight,
We go in peace, with the night.

Wow, i actually started!

I've been talking about doing this for ages, i know! But finally having a little free time to start, means that i can actually try and get this going, and entertain people with my ramblings :D

The main point of this, and starting this, apart from giving me a place to ramble on aimlessly without spamming facebook, is to try and plonk some of my poems/stories somewhere on the interwebs. So, that as well as me not just relying on them surviving on scraggly pieces of A4 paper, spread across several million different notepads (and we're talking bits in workbooks, receipts, sketchpads, and god knows what else) they could spread out into the ether, and if people like them, they can actually enjoy what i've written. Rather than me deciding that they should be kept in seclusion because a thick layer of dust makes any book look good!

Haha!
Right, first post will be up soon, providing i can actually decide! I may even create something new especially.. *drumroll*

In the meantime,

Much Luff,

Sir Loncellot/ Henry