Biographies are never at their most fake than when the subject is the author, so I will skip that. If you wish to learn about me, everything I am is in my works.
Heh, I had pictures up, but when I came to edit this, they all got taken down...this was from a time before they "charged" all these membership things, etc. etc.
Oh well, time ebbs memories, why can't it erode pictures?
My favorite poem is here for you to read.
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Ballade of an Artificial Satellite
Poul Anderson
Thence they sailed far to the southward along the land, and came to a ness; the land lay upon the right; there were long and sandy strands. They rowed to land, and found there upon the ness the keel of a ship, and called the place Keeless, and the strands they called Wonderstrands for it took a long time to sail by them.
Thorfinn Karlsefni’s Voyage to Vinland
One inland summer I walked through rye,
a wind at my heels that smelled of rain
and harried white clouds through a whistling sky
where the great sun stalked and shook his mane
and roared so brightly across the grain
it burned and shimmered like alien sands.-
Ten years old, I saw down a lane
the thunderous light on Wonderstrands.
In ages before the world ran dry,
what might the mapless not contain?
Atlantis gleamed like a dream to die,
Avalon lay under faerie reign,
Cibola guarded a golden plain,
Tir-nan-Og was fair-locked Fand’s,
sober men saw from a gull’s-road wain
the thunderous light on Wonderstrands.
Such clanging countries in cloudland lie;
but men grew weary and they grew sane
and they grew grown - and so did I -
and knew Tartessus was only in Spain.
No galleons called at Taprobane
(Ceylon, with English); no queenly hands
wear gold from Punt; nor sees the Dane
the thunderous light on Wonderstrands.
Ahoy, Prince Andros Horizen’s-bane!
They always wait, the elven lands.
An evening planet gives again
the thunderous light on Wonderstrands.
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Karmageddon
SubZero7UP via AOL instant messenger.
Heh, I had pictures up, but when I came to edit this, they all got taken down...this was from a time before they "charged" all these membership things, etc. etc.
Oh well, time ebbs memories, why can't it erode pictures?
My favorite poem is here for you to read.
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Ballade of an Artificial Satellite
Poul Anderson
Thence they sailed far to the southward along the land, and came to a ness; the land lay upon the right; there were long and sandy strands. They rowed to land, and found there upon the ness the keel of a ship, and called the place Keeless, and the strands they called Wonderstrands for it took a long time to sail by them.
Thorfinn Karlsefni’s Voyage to Vinland
One inland summer I walked through rye,
a wind at my heels that smelled of rain
and harried white clouds through a whistling sky
where the great sun stalked and shook his mane
and roared so brightly across the grain
it burned and shimmered like alien sands.-
Ten years old, I saw down a lane
the thunderous light on Wonderstrands.
In ages before the world ran dry,
what might the mapless not contain?
Atlantis gleamed like a dream to die,
Avalon lay under faerie reign,
Cibola guarded a golden plain,
Tir-nan-Og was fair-locked Fand’s,
sober men saw from a gull’s-road wain
the thunderous light on Wonderstrands.
Such clanging countries in cloudland lie;
but men grew weary and they grew sane
and they grew grown - and so did I -
and knew Tartessus was only in Spain.
No galleons called at Taprobane
(Ceylon, with English); no queenly hands
wear gold from Punt; nor sees the Dane
the thunderous light on Wonderstrands.
Ahoy, Prince Andros Horizen’s-bane!
They always wait, the elven lands.
An evening planet gives again
the thunderous light on Wonderstrands.
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Karmageddon
SubZero7UP via AOL instant messenger.
- Last seen on Sep 4 1:29 AM. Member since June 6, 2005.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 92 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is ""Who died and made you king?" "Me!!!"".
- I am a 19 year old guy (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a Dreamer.
- Visit my homepage at www.jolshuasays.9k.com

- I have 92 comments, 1 addline, 29 poems, 1 story
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I write with StIcKy CaPs and 5p33k so l33t,
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My Stories
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This was written on the fith of july, because we stayed up too late on the fourth.
I am currently looking down at my shirt, which has a hole burned into it above the navel.41 lines, 4 comments, July 5, 2005. In <200 lines, Other
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intanglio2ring on April 11, 2006Just came to check out your Author's page. I've enjoyed the visit. I wanted to thank you again also for the pointers you gave to me, I really appreciate them. Hope to read more soon.
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Shakari on August 18, 2005Thanks for commenting on my math poem! I just hope I don't get in trouble when I have to turn it in later this year! LOL! Well, it seems from this page that you have a good sense of humor! I love the pictures! I am thinking of buying a gold membership...then I can put pictures up!
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CupidsMeth on August 9, 2005your pic r funny! something good to look at when your having a bad day
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HotelCalifornia on June 25, 2005p.s. -- your pictures makes me smile.
