weird

I've got an awfully queer feeling inside my head.

Its like parts of my life are flying up, soaring with the clouds, whilst others fall down, down in the down deep down. I feel like I'm Westley, saying "As you wish." Or is she saying that to me?

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untitled, 9/25/03

The day is young, full of strength and vitality.
One warrior, iron-willed, will draw upon this vitality.

Tapping from it, he will form his fighting spirit.
A master of the foil, he will ward his enemies away.

Fueling his courage with his hope of love,
Slaying his darkest demons with his vorpal blade.

Aided by his ragtag band of supporters and warriors
He moves to slay the Jaberwock; OH; the beast is closing in.

They draw upon strength and vitality, hardening their swords and steel.
A thrust and a stab; a bite and a swat; volleys of blood.

Success is the warrior, landing a vorpal blow.
Severing the head of the beast he asserts himself as truth.

Fueling his long for love he asserts his quest as true.