I slept and saw God's forge in frost. Its hearth was quelled, and as it cooled so swooned the verdancy it kept above. In slumber it grew a thick winter skin, white as bedsheets. In their folds the waker dreamt, her breath as steam, her touch as hot as iron, forgotten in the fire.
Oh, that this too too solid flesh would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew!*Also, I'll have my announcements for who gets my 3 copies of l4d2 sometime soon*
Hrm. I don't know how to respond. I feel that this will suffice, for now:
:DI'm excited for the 64 digits L4D2 night that will happen after the winners are announced!
I'll be there for sure; Spoon, Kenon and I already had a go at Hard Eight on the No Mercy campaign last night. ^_^
Also, cool poem.And we went relatively far after a ton of restarts.
I say it's because we didn't take the TV far enough.FUCK YEAH HOMESTUCK :D
Send me an invite and I can practice up with you guys!