marox_pass_nylem_realized fyn gula the sky was sliced by falling stars with the moon turned up like a paper cup catching them. there was silence except for the crackles and pops of burning logs, a reticence maylay expected at the mention of nylem's name. it gave one a bad taste in the mouth, as if you had to spit out the pronunciation, for he was a foe to be avoided, an enemy in the all day fog, a cancer that eats quietly within until only cell walls echo with the incredulous moaning. "copello will never return on his own volition because he is surely deceived," anton finally said, remembering the time when nylem, riding a minature dragon and donning a lion's mask hovered in mid air and sprinkled a magenta powder made from the hooves of centaurs over his newly seeded cottage garden. "everything we ate that year," he said, shaking his head like one contemplating a nightmare, "made us socially inept. all we wanted to do was crawl into ourselves, like we were deep caves with slippery walls that made it possible to crawl out from. we even forgot our own families." 010609 ... log burning fire that's him. 060216 what's it to you? who go blather from