empress_tree_of_the_lands_of_honey_and_nonconsensu Lord Melbatoast of the Kingdom of Grappa and Lambs I love you. 031231 ... . . 031231 ... misstree the empress graciously acknowledges your lurve and promises that when the conquered lands and associated booty are divided, you will be looked upon flavorably. any preference in harem members? 031231 ... Doar ooh....oohh....are you passing out harems? please....i begging ya! . 031231 ... misstree well, i have to get the shipments in, and then there's checking everyone into inventory, the training period, things like that... i got you high up on the list, though... wait... doar, are you lord melbatoast? 031231 ... Doar well, for once i can state with authority that i am not the Lord of Stale Croutons. 031231 ... Doar besides, mtree i don't think i could love you. like you alot yes, but love would be a stretch. . 031231 ... mRe *gasp* but... dangit! i thought i scented your flavor of lurve... oh, my Lord of the Delicious Almostcrackers! thy empress is delighted and confused! (yeah, so that's pretty much the usual state, but hey.) must i spend eternity in this dreary oblivion, bereft of even the knowledge of your shining name? and in what manner may i properly thank you for such entertaining tribute? 'cause you shore did help crank up this foocking grin a few notches--if my face breaks, i'm suing. 031231 ... Death of a Rose well, my flavour of lurve is burnt toast, charcoal briquettes, burning gasoline deal. (i do have a theory about your new paramour though....but i'm keeping it to myself) . 031231 ... misstree mmm.... that combination of scents just sidled up with my olfactory memory and introduced themselves to my mindset... and my mindset is a bit taken with it... the smells of crunch and burn... of blackening... of igniting... purrrr... 031231 ... oE melba toast? my mom and aunts used to eat tha stuff..hmm.. Lord of melba toast eh? "Will you guard the realm against the cataclysyms that will come to ravage the realm? In the distant lands the horses of Ragnorak have been mounted, the wrath has been bridled and nurtured to be set loose upon these days..tell me Lord Melba Toast, what defenses will you mount against them. Will our regiments tremble in the shallows, wet with the sweat of fear? These days have been gleaned, bequeathed by the old stones..the wisdom like veins rich with gold, sought out in the steam and stone. Will our retreating footseps be etched in the stone and sediment..our petrified footsteps preserved in ancient amber as poingnant artifact of our willingness to shake hands with despots and leave the trail of dishonor for all of history to look upon. Or will we stand in the path of the volcano, run unsheathed into the fire rain and meet our ends like men. Lord Melba Toast let us set ourselfs upon the heaving boughs of this ocean of fire, let us, our heart scoured of all those craven virtues our ancestors and the time have bequeathed to us. Let us build the ship of iron and wood that will pitch and roll and right itself and ride right into the mouth of our enemy and be his death, and leave the young ones with..with a lasting legacy..let the sediments show in the ages to come that we were men who stepped valiantly into this last War with a knowing heart. Who will speak the words that will dry up those currents of fear, currents of cowardice that poison our veins, poison the tallest and stoutest among us.? Upon these words, upon these vows let us build a new continent. This new heart, these words..this will be our Atlas.. Our blood will leech into the soil and bequeath unto it minerals and precious gems in the ages to come, borne out of the vulcanization of battle, smelted in the ancient geological forge. In the cenutries to come the heart forged here will still be this incandesent magna stone..it's light, it's battles, it's spirit set upon sleeping generations in their beds..bleeding into their dreams, emboldening them..imparting the warrior seed..incandescent eye/heart still coolin from battles fought in epochs past. Such will be our stand here this day..such will be the ungovernable truculence seen in our eyes throbbing in our chests, such unseemly cries will paint the air and our opponents hearts with fear at this new mayhem, this maelstrom that will conjure images of the celtic hordes... We will wreath our heads with their dying breaths and it will embolden us to greater and greater feats in battle." oldephebe..a riff..got a little carried away..later ... .. . 031231 ... egger for oldephebe 040120 ... oE speak inta my ear horn sonny... didn't catch all 'a that..*hobbles away fulminating silently at ghosts from a distant past* 040120 ... Death of a Rose i think donkey boy should be worshipping at oE's temple. that was simply beautiful. . 040228 ... oE nah...i get lucky sometimes...some of the stuff i write is okay and some of it is wow pond dross... 040317 ... misstree i demand cupcakes! german chocolate ones! 050521 ... Lord Melbatoast Who Hath Lived in Germany I shall grant them 050522 ... Lord Melbatoast of Fireworkery Plankton ps al_sex 050522 what's it to you? who go blather from