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"From the darkness, sleeping light." Formerly luminus dormiens. Lux pacis, light of peace.
Quote: "Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us." --Bill Watterson, cartoonist, Calvin and Hobbes
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Is never shaken
You know, I have this high school ring that my mom, in her powerful peripheral influence, had me buy. It was something I wanted, but not something I felt I need, deserve, or would proudly wear.
How it does mock me. For so long, more than a year, I have only scantily put this ring on, and only in front of the computer. I would never knowingly wear this ring outside of my room, or outside of my house.
If you readers want to see a picture of it, I will see what I can do. Please let me know through the three tools of communication that are available: commenting, emailing, and instant messaging (AIM: JanusRat).
Keep in mind that yours truly, Avati Luminus, is not good-looking, nor is he a busybody whose nose extends into everyone's business. No, he is just an introverted, whining, attention-wanting little pseudo-semi-quasi-bumpkin.
Lord, how heavy this ring is. What a mockery it is making of me. My right hand, on which the ring wraps around the fourth finger, is now tired, weary with the burden of the metal and the fake, though deep sapphire blue, gem.
I'm taking it off now. [struggles to remove the ring, succeeds, and puts it back into the black ring box.]
It was cheaply bought, just less than 200 dollars. Mom wanted to buy the cheapest, so it was uncustomizable. I just have the high school's name, the mascot, and a crest consisting of a harp, two criss-crossing thunders, a flying foot (it has wings on them), and a fiery torch. I have much to learn.
Do I like this ring? Of course, I would love to show it off if I didn't realize how much I thought it was so corny, or in my state, pathetic. Here he is, the little boy, wimpingly attempting to mimic jocks and cheerleaders, or even the "normal/average" people.
I don't know who's reading this page, and whether they are culling from it, some words of wisdom. But I suspect that something in the way I write, almost too intellectual, may be turning off my potential readers . . . I'll try to be loyal to the word, and keep writing.
Oh, sapphire, emerald, ruby rose! I must say I could prefer an opal or turquoise, amethyst or jade, or even the lovely onyx!
Back to the point: The ring holds a period of contention for me, but I want everyone to know that I have them.
You know, I have this high school ring that my mom, in her powerful peripheral influence, had me buy. It was something I wanted, but not something I felt I need, deserve, or would proudly wear.
How it does mock me. For so long, more than a year, I have only scantily put this ring on, and only in front of the computer. I would never knowingly wear this ring outside of my room, or outside of my house.
If you readers want to see a picture of it, I will see what I can do. Please let me know through the three tools of communication that are available: commenting, emailing, and instant messaging (AIM: JanusRat).
Keep in mind that yours truly, Avati Luminus, is not good-looking, nor is he a busybody whose nose extends into everyone's business. No, he is just an introverted, whining, attention-wanting little pseudo-semi-quasi-bumpkin.
Lord, how heavy this ring is. What a mockery it is making of me. My right hand, on which the ring wraps around the fourth finger, is now tired, weary with the burden of the metal and the fake, though deep sapphire blue, gem.
I'm taking it off now. [struggles to remove the ring, succeeds, and puts it back into the black ring box.]
It was cheaply bought, just less than 200 dollars. Mom wanted to buy the cheapest, so it was uncustomizable. I just have the high school's name, the mascot, and a crest consisting of a harp, two criss-crossing thunders, a flying foot (it has wings on them), and a fiery torch. I have much to learn.
Do I like this ring? Of course, I would love to show it off if I didn't realize how much I thought it was so corny, or in my state, pathetic. Here he is, the little boy, wimpingly attempting to mimic jocks and cheerleaders, or even the "normal/average" people.
I don't know who's reading this page, and whether they are culling from it, some words of wisdom. But I suspect that something in the way I write, almost too intellectual, may be turning off my potential readers . . . I'll try to be loyal to the word, and keep writing.
Oh, sapphire, emerald, ruby rose! I must say I could prefer an opal or turquoise, amethyst or jade, or even the lovely onyx!
Back to the point: The ring holds a period of contention for me, but I want everyone to know that I have them.
