Scribblings
Jan. 10th, 2002 06:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lantairvleawrote this last night.
It was always hard . . . these things.
These . . . things.
What the world piles upon us.
Leading us to believe it as we are lost and know no other way and then . . .
these things . . ..
They happen.
Not always meant to.
"They" say that these . . . things, are impossible.
It could not have possibly happened, it never did, it never will, and, certainly, it couldn't be happening now of all times.
This is all that "They" don't know.
This is, infact . . . these things.
(writer's interjection: I'm not sure if the words alone can push the feeling out. But when I read it aloud it sounds rather awesome. And I continued to write and this is what followed.)
Starting out simply I am Kri. No, Kri was not the name given to me by my parents at birth. That name is unknown to even those closest to me now, though that name will not be soon forgotten by those in my past, thus it remains unknown to those in my present, just as Kri is unknown to those in my past.
For those curious I reside upon a peculiar planet by the name of Kashian. Probably the most notable thing about the planet is its large amount of sentient life. Five in particular rule here, once forming five great empires, but these are long gone, in the past burried for several hundred years because of pointless fueds brought upon by the selfish acts of a few and all suffered. The five great empires ly skattered and broken, few caring enough to band together and bring back those millenia of glory. There are few things which the whole people are willing to band against. From the poorest peasant beggar to the richest of the mearchants no matter the species they all share a common prejidous. The one thing that "they" will bother to bind together and fight is the depressingly small minority known as the Shabenav, or as some may call them, the Shifters.
That's all. There's a few grammar mistakes and probably its fair share of spelling, but I type it as I wrote it and that is how it be. Feel free to blabber away about what you like or don't about it. Much appreceation for such.
Now onto the happenings of the day. Not much noteworthy until around 12.40 when I was going off to run errands for Mom. Looked one way, then the other, decided I was clear to go, pull out, blur of white, BAM! Yep, I've had my first fender-bender. All my fault, I admit it, wasn't looking.
Since the guy was in a work truck he had to call the police (protocal). I called Mom, granted, I was just turning out of my own street, she came over, talking back and forth. Dad's car suffered more damage than the guy's truck. I'm grateful I was in Dad's car. I wouldn't've wanted to have a fender bender in mine. Didn't get a ticket, which is good. Not sure what it'll do to my insurance, suppose it depends. Lets see, the damage: The guy got a dent and scrape behind his left back tire, it can be pounded out and painted, no biggie. Dad's car: Sliced the bumper, no dent . . . the best way to describe it would be if someone took a sharp object and sliced a piece (or several) from the bumper it'd probalby have the same effect. Yeah, there goes some of my money for Germany.
On a lighter note Shilo called with much excitement and squealing 'cause she'd recieved my package. Got her a halter/bridle combo for her birthday/christmas present. It needs a bit though. Been peering through some of my catalouges, might just leave it to her to decide though.
Been conspireing with Merf about the picture for Diago . . . there has been much erasing and photoshop guidence. Heath doing the erasing and I the guidance. Wee! She's threatened with a very painful coloring job, being as I'm giving her such a hard time about the picture, it's all for the better! I swear! *skitters off.*
It was always hard . . . these things.
These . . . things.
What the world piles upon us.
Leading us to believe it as we are lost and know no other way and then . . .
these things . . ..
They happen.
Not always meant to.
"They" say that these . . . things, are impossible.
It could not have possibly happened, it never did, it never will, and, certainly, it couldn't be happening now of all times.
This is all that "They" don't know.
This is, infact . . . these things.
(writer's interjection: I'm not sure if the words alone can push the feeling out. But when I read it aloud it sounds rather awesome. And I continued to write and this is what followed.)
Starting out simply I am Kri. No, Kri was not the name given to me by my parents at birth. That name is unknown to even those closest to me now, though that name will not be soon forgotten by those in my past, thus it remains unknown to those in my present, just as Kri is unknown to those in my past.
For those curious I reside upon a peculiar planet by the name of Kashian. Probably the most notable thing about the planet is its large amount of sentient life. Five in particular rule here, once forming five great empires, but these are long gone, in the past burried for several hundred years because of pointless fueds brought upon by the selfish acts of a few and all suffered. The five great empires ly skattered and broken, few caring enough to band together and bring back those millenia of glory. There are few things which the whole people are willing to band against. From the poorest peasant beggar to the richest of the mearchants no matter the species they all share a common prejidous. The one thing that "they" will bother to bind together and fight is the depressingly small minority known as the Shabenav, or as some may call them, the Shifters.
That's all. There's a few grammar mistakes and probably its fair share of spelling, but I type it as I wrote it and that is how it be. Feel free to blabber away about what you like or don't about it. Much appreceation for such.
Now onto the happenings of the day. Not much noteworthy until around 12.40 when I was going off to run errands for Mom. Looked one way, then the other, decided I was clear to go, pull out, blur of white, BAM! Yep, I've had my first fender-bender. All my fault, I admit it, wasn't looking.
Since the guy was in a work truck he had to call the police (protocal). I called Mom, granted, I was just turning out of my own street, she came over, talking back and forth. Dad's car suffered more damage than the guy's truck. I'm grateful I was in Dad's car. I wouldn't've wanted to have a fender bender in mine. Didn't get a ticket, which is good. Not sure what it'll do to my insurance, suppose it depends. Lets see, the damage: The guy got a dent and scrape behind his left back tire, it can be pounded out and painted, no biggie. Dad's car: Sliced the bumper, no dent . . . the best way to describe it would be if someone took a sharp object and sliced a piece (or several) from the bumper it'd probalby have the same effect. Yeah, there goes some of my money for Germany.
On a lighter note Shilo called with much excitement and squealing 'cause she'd recieved my package. Got her a halter/bridle combo for her birthday/christmas present. It needs a bit though. Been peering through some of my catalouges, might just leave it to her to decide though.
Been conspireing with Merf about the picture for Diago . . . there has been much erasing and photoshop guidence. Heath doing the erasing and I the guidance. Wee! She's threatened with a very painful coloring job, being as I'm giving her such a hard time about the picture, it's all for the better! I swear! *skitters off.*
