Oh little worm I love you so
Your heart of gold and heavy bum
Sir Doublecheese a knight of old
With bushy 'stache and eyes of glass
Oh little worm I love you so
Oh little worm I love you so
Your skill at arms fully unknown
Bombs exploding both far and near
Watch out, watch out my little friend
Oh little worm I love you so
Oh little worm I love you so
That mine looks so disastrous
A big explosion and you're gone
A crater sits where you once where
Oh little worm I loved you so
2014-01-30
2014-01-29
65
Since I've started using this blog a bit more recently I figured I'd update the appearance of it to be more in accordance with my needs as of now instead of as of five years ago. Hopefully this won't cause too much confusion for the few readers I have.
2014-01-28
64
I will never forget the first time I met her.
I was riding the six o'clock bus home and reading a book to pass the time, as I usually did. I noticed the bus stopping for a moment at the last stop before we would enter the countryside. The bus drove on for a couple of minutes before I heard a voice above me.
"What'chu readin'?" A girl, about my age and incredibly pretty, was standing in the aisle leaning against one of the poles.
"Um.." I mumbled, "It's The fault in our stars. John Green."
"Huh. Mind if I take a seat?" She nodded to one of the seats opposite me. I gave her permission. "I think I've heard of him. Isn't he one of those vlogbrothers or whatever on YouTube?"
"Yeah, I guess. I don't watch them, only read his books."
"Oh, well is it any good? Like, would you recommend it?"
"It's good." I was not used to getting this much attention from strangers, especially on the commute. "Have I met you before? I don't mean to be rude."
"Nah, it's okay. We've never met, though we've been ridin' the same bus for a couple of months now."
"Oh. Well, hi then, I guess."
We greeted and she continued asking about stuff like the Star Wars patch I had sewn onto the side of my cap and which Star Wars film was my favourite and so on. We talked for maybe half an hour before she got up.
"My stop. See you tomorrow?"
"Unless I get fired I'll be here for a long time." She looked at me quizzically. "That's a yes." She smiled.
She walked over to the door and turned around to blow me a kiss. Just as I realised what she'd just done the bus shook violently and tipped over. I saw her being flung into one of the poles and fall still on the ground-facing doors. I felt disoriented for a moment before I unclipped my belt and ran over to her. She didn't move. I touched her at the neck and wrist, no pulse. As the world began drifting off around me I could hear screams and someone shouting for an ambulance.
I will never forget the first time I met her.
I was riding the six o'clock bus home and reading a book to pass the time, as I usually did. I noticed the bus stopping for a moment at the last stop before we would enter the countryside. The bus drove on for a couple of minutes before I heard a voice above me.
"What'chu readin'?" A girl, about my age and incredibly pretty, was standing in the aisle leaning against one of the poles.
"Um.." I mumbled, "It's The fault in our stars. John Green."
"Huh. Mind if I take a seat?" She nodded to one of the seats opposite me. I gave her permission. "I think I've heard of him. Isn't he one of those vlogbrothers or whatever on YouTube?"
"Yeah, I guess. I don't watch them, only read his books."
"Oh, well is it any good? Like, would you recommend it?"
"It's good." I was not used to getting this much attention from strangers, especially on the commute. "Have I met you before? I don't mean to be rude."
"Nah, it's okay. We've never met, though we've been ridin' the same bus for a couple of months now."
"Oh. Well, hi then, I guess."
We greeted and she continued asking about stuff like the Star Wars patch I had sewn onto the side of my cap and which Star Wars film was my favourite and so on. We talked for maybe half an hour before she got up.
"My stop. See you tomorrow?"
"Unless I get fired I'll be here for a long time." She looked at me quizzically. "That's a yes." She smiled.
She walked over to the door and turned around to blow me a kiss. Just as I realised what she'd just done the bus shook violently and tipped over. I saw her being flung into one of the poles and fall still on the ground-facing doors. I felt disoriented for a moment before I unclipped my belt and ran over to her. She didn't move. I touched her at the neck and wrist, no pulse. As the world began drifting off around me I could hear screams and someone shouting for an ambulance.
I will never forget the first time I met her.
2014-01-23
63
After the weaver was done with the realm of mortals two guardians were chosen to protect creation from the shadow. Sun would watch from the skies during the day while Moon would do the same at night. With the world finished the weaver was satisfied and left.
The mortals lived happily and peacefully for centuries. Tribes settled in villages that grew into towns and cities. All was well until one day when the small village Orsin was attacked by beasts from the depths of the forest. None survived the attack but two hunters, the spouses Arvic and Miram. Deeply distraught by the slaughter they had returned home to they cursed the Sun and Moon for not keeping watch and protecting the village. Whilst searching the remains for anything that could be salvaged they started hearing voices and whispers which they followed deeper into the forest, hoping to find other survivors. In the middle of the forest they found a formation of stones that seemed somehow unnatural, and from behind one of the stones a phantom appeared and spoke to them. The phantom had seen what had happened to the village, and promised the couple that it would help them avenge their friends and families if only they stayed by the stones for a couple of weeks and listened to what it had to teach them.
Arvic and Miram agreed and during the following weeks they listened to what the phantom had to say. They hunted animals for their intestines and bones, and brought everything they found back to the stones so that the phantom could lay them on the ground in a pattern. When their time with the phantom began to come to an end they were taught a ritual that would require all that they ha been taught before and the resources they had collected. They chanted deep within the forest and as their words reached up above the crowns of the trees reality started to change all around them. Before they realised what had happened it was already to late. They had become mere puppets to be used.
The shadow had found a way past the watchers.
The shadow had introduced magick to the world.
The mortals lived happily and peacefully for centuries. Tribes settled in villages that grew into towns and cities. All was well until one day when the small village Orsin was attacked by beasts from the depths of the forest. None survived the attack but two hunters, the spouses Arvic and Miram. Deeply distraught by the slaughter they had returned home to they cursed the Sun and Moon for not keeping watch and protecting the village. Whilst searching the remains for anything that could be salvaged they started hearing voices and whispers which they followed deeper into the forest, hoping to find other survivors. In the middle of the forest they found a formation of stones that seemed somehow unnatural, and from behind one of the stones a phantom appeared and spoke to them. The phantom had seen what had happened to the village, and promised the couple that it would help them avenge their friends and families if only they stayed by the stones for a couple of weeks and listened to what it had to teach them.
Arvic and Miram agreed and during the following weeks they listened to what the phantom had to say. They hunted animals for their intestines and bones, and brought everything they found back to the stones so that the phantom could lay them on the ground in a pattern. When their time with the phantom began to come to an end they were taught a ritual that would require all that they ha been taught before and the resources they had collected. They chanted deep within the forest and as their words reached up above the crowns of the trees reality started to change all around them. Before they realised what had happened it was already to late. They had become mere puppets to be used.
The shadow had found a way past the watchers.
The shadow had introduced magick to the world.
2014-01-18
62
In the beginning there was only the raw energy of the Aether. The energy turned and twisted upon itself, causing sparks as it collided.
From the storms of the Aether came the weaver. The great being started wrestling the energies for control and began applying rules and laws to how they would be allowed to interact and take shape. From chaos the weaver created the world of mortals, weaving the energies of the Aether into its seas and mountains, forests and plains.
As the weaver did his great work a shadow watched from afar. The shadow became jealous of the weavers work and decided to destroy the creation before the laws were too numerous to break. But the weaver was ever vigilant and warded of the shadow for long enough to seal the creation from outside harm. The shadow was furious and fled out of sight far from the world that the weaver had created.
What once had been nothing but raw energy was now rules and law.
What once had been filled with chaos and turmoil was now at peace.
From the storms of the Aether came the weaver. The great being started wrestling the energies for control and began applying rules and laws to how they would be allowed to interact and take shape. From chaos the weaver created the world of mortals, weaving the energies of the Aether into its seas and mountains, forests and plains.
As the weaver did his great work a shadow watched from afar. The shadow became jealous of the weavers work and decided to destroy the creation before the laws were too numerous to break. But the weaver was ever vigilant and warded of the shadow for long enough to seal the creation from outside harm. The shadow was furious and fled out of sight far from the world that the weaver had created.
What once had been nothing but raw energy was now rules and law.
What once had been filled with chaos and turmoil was now at peace.
2014-01-10
61
Det finns många vi älskar, vars sällskap vi ofta saknar.
Kommer vi, när vi är färdiga här på Jorden, att sluta oss till dem i ljuset?
Kommer cirkeln vara obruten?
Väntar ett bättre liv där uppe?
I den lyckliga barndomen talade de ofta om kärlek.
De brukade peka till Sonen och nu är de hos Honom.
Kommer cirkeln vara obruten?
Väntar ett bättre liv där uppe?
Vi mins lovsångerna vi sjöng med vår barnaröst.
Är de våra favoriter, eller föredrar vi annan musik nu?
Kommer cirkeln vara obruten?
Väntar ett bättre liv där uppe?
Vi kan minnas glada samlingar kring brasornas eldar.
Den stora sorgen när de lämnade oss här nere.
Kommer cirkeln vara obruten?
Väntar ett bättre liv där uppe?
En i taget tömdes säten och de försvann.
Familjen är nu delad. Blir den åter hel någon dag?
Kommer cirkeln vara obruten?
Väntar ett bättre liv där uppe?
2014-01-07
60
A lonely man in a kingdom sits,
on the broken throne of history.
A King of Embers, the Lord of Ash,
his domain split straight in half.
The servants of his ancient foe,
has come at last to claim his throne.
on the broken throne of history.
A King of Embers, the Lord of Ash,
his domain split straight in half.
The servants of his ancient foe,
has come at last to claim his throne.
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