Can you see the world like I do? Can you smile away the pain? Can you feel the cold wind blowing? Can you smell the coming rain?
This sneaky fox, always clad in a blue mask and gloves, has long been a bane of unwary travelers with loose accouterments.
I believe in my whole race. Yellow, white, black, red, brown in the honesty, courage, intelligence, durability and goodness of the overwhelming majority of my brothers and sisters everywhere
THE BOAT HAS SUNK Sorry, moving to a newer account since this is a pile of miserable goat shit.
"Her crews are babes or madmen? Her port is all to make? You're manned by Truth and Science, and you steam for steaming's sake?" - Rudyard Kipling "The Three-Decker"
Poems are the things I do, Enjoy these poems from me to you.
I made this to comment and give voice to how other peoples writings have affected me.
I like things, Spaceships, 100 ton Battlemechs and cute ponies using them.