Old Fands Geeth

Back to the days, old days back and far to the nights of winter in Ushnars Scar.
The coldest taps from stormy winds glowing fast in the nights humming din
for the old men working in the mines for the clams found no food nor their gold
the rude sand clasps fell to the arden carrot masts and there was nigh sound nore silence
for when the eager not yet old boys from the lands far away
sent their spirits and their bodies to the fray
the clam burdened finches from the blood red lands of gore
through their putrid flesh they tore

and none seeked out the cats, cats of old nor cats bold
and to their ultimate doom it was made
the end of plays and the sand ridden days
in the deserts that now seem so far away

but unless man takes a carp
to the sand warp
no carp with shall he die
but with the carp
disgusting carp
dirty fish
with it he will fly

and no more birds he will see
and wish he were more so
like them than the pile of shit he be
for now this man
turned to beast
is a bird


no man should ever wish
not on his clams nor his life
not on his own name
to be a bird nor a fish for the matter either
one be horrid the other disgusting
respectively in that order
and no sand can they grasp not one grain

and to sit and confuddle
confuse sit and think
not one moment will idea come from their brain

for clams clasps cats all start with c
but a fish lives in the sea
and both high seas and small c are quite unlike

without girdle or fine silk
none of that
none of that
without girdle or fine silk will they climb

and to climb is to find
the old torn cans of callmisth bind
and to find these things oh my friend is quite divine

old trees are quite nice
but not so nice
oh not so nice
for those old trees house birds

but with those birds come cats oh mighty cats
and those birds do the cats take away
and one more thing
yes but one more
one more thing to place on the back
those beautiful cats to take away fish as well

and so a world with cats is a world so great for a world with cats has no birds nor fish
and both birds and fish are rude

The great Sap Tap; as whispered by Pucas

the great sap tap

oh how I clap for the sap tap

more, more, more

give it to me

give me more sap

drizel it upon my nose

slip it down my breast

gush it all over my legs

give it to me, your sap o forth from tap

the sap tap does not hat wear as rap a rap rapper will clap a slat

but slap the rap rapper with sap

none shall clap them no more

as the great sap tap has sap

and the black rap o rapper has no sap

surely does not hold a cat

for the cat wishes to play with the sap

give it to me

more, more, more

I would like to smell sap

but not on a cat

as a cat has nice texture

and sap is of a sticky essence

but upon a window slat

the bees would ride

give it to me

nao nao nao

sap from the great sap tap

or a cat hat so i too can be a cat

the bats have stolen the great tap

and dont allow refunds to the cats

for their purchase of sap

which is now old



fin.

A small addition to the ancient archives.

Old burgundy mushroom cap

old coil of and old mans cat

sand o wither from thine tap

oh burgundy mushroom cap


Old sap falling down
down down down


Old sap falling down
all the way to the ground


Old sap all the way to the

ground

ground


ground




ground




Old sap falling all the way down





Old old bird, evil bird
how i hate and dispise bird
old man bird dirty bird go away!

old man bird all ive heard
is that dirt call you slurred
caw caw CAW

old man bird how i dispise thee

dirty birds
stupid birds
ugly scary old man birds

but of all birds
dangerous birds
dangerous birds go AWAY

go away for you call
none other than
oh you will call
that old soup bird
and once that bird
your call has heard

shall he come as the bird
oh not just dangerous
not just dangerous bird
oh that bird shall arrive
dangerous...soup... BIRD

Leave you bird for heard
you call i have
and for all i have
i will not have you here!

Out of my house
out of my way
out of my day like a great old DANE
out out out bird oh
dastardly dangerous mean and ugly soup bird

you follow me to work and home
to clams old house to corbens garden gnomes
you follow me all day long
scare me with your dangerous soup song

leave me bird for i wish the last ive heard
of your song of the dangerous soup bird

just trying somethign

Sad lost and forgotten spirit

welcome round chaps, welcome round
round and round to the old shoe town taps and beagles all the same!
where is that shapless sand? what of it? hahaha!
and , and the old tooth beach? hahaha!
finches really quite swiftly flying all the way round the clock tower!


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hahaha!

and noone to hear their cheeps but me!
ME! hahahhaha!

old finches new finches no silly taps
all i want are cats my love all i want are CATS
cats all white black blue and burgundy
cats like cats will always sit on the windows edge!

hungry little cats hunt a bird hunt a carp!
hungry little cats eat their food like a cat
cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats
what about more cats!

all i see are cats these days
all i see are cats!
all i want are cats to PLAY!
all i see are cats!
all i have to talk to now are
all i have to eat for dinner
all i have to dance all day long are cats! ho ho ho ho cats!

where were you last time you met mr cat?
why i was right here but a second ago?!

how can cats be oh so taps
but oh no taps no silly sily taps
just cats oh cats oh cats oh cats
cats oh cats oh cats oh cats!
cats drink milk
cat drink water
...
but what if the water drank the cat?

!!!
cats oh cats sucked in through the taps!
cats drank water and now the water wants it back
cats all the cats in the world all gone back!
all gone for a little dip to give some water back

Burgundy cat: "oh well isnt that nice, a nice little ending yes an ending that was rather nice."
Dangerous birds: "beware the dangerous soup bird"

oh but cats neednt be afraid for cats fraid not of a bird
but oh the soup bird swoops like soup burns and cats oh cats are far too slow
slow too slow oh what shall they do
cats oh deary me cats

i wish i were a cat so i would just fit in with the rest but i cant be a cat unless i like to wear a cat's hat

many cats like hats normally round hats with full brims but i dont like hats at all!
so how can i be a cat if i dont like the hat, hat that cat like more than that?
but if i keep saying words like cat mat bat rat fat splat hat will you think that after that youll say WHAT AHAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAA

HI HELLO HAHA HELLO? HAHA HOW ARE YOU? YES MY NAME IS LUKE HELLO! HAHAHA

More of the tale of Pucas: The battle atop Soy Plateau

Finch Farthington, the forefather of soy and life itself, was making his way past the planet on which we humble ourselves during his celestial odyssey throughout all eternity.
Farthington sensed a great disruption in the soy energies surrounding the planet, and so he flew down, to the top of the soy plateau to investigate what issues had arisen. Upon his arrival Farthington was greeted by chaos, the finches were battling against Cobblestone Crows, amidst the battle Farthington spotted old man, upon his soy throne, leading the Grand Finch Army against the Crows. Farthington swooped down and snatched up old man in his finch claws,

"What chaos have you brought down onto the Finches, and so dooming them into the shadow of Felhardr?!"
"Beard fell to the lust of daybreak and so battle was wagered against him and the Cobblestone host."
"With old days gold, dark nights cold and old friends bold, you lose to me the beard of which held you alive old fool."

But both old man and Finch Farthington knew that this was as the prophecy had once long days ago foretold, and that the day of damnation was upon them.

With no more time to waste old man and finch returned to the battle, and so with the finch king and lord of all soy by their side, the finches battled the crows with valour and brutality that had never before been seen by man. But with all their power and skill, the finches fought a neverending onslaught of fearless crows, and with the sun close rising the finches were tight for strength.

Far north the trolls heard the shrill craws of crows, and the almighty scream of finches,

from friend to foe long ago
trolls and finches gone that through
trolls finches through gone that friend from foe
foe to friend and friends on foe say troll of northern shire.

and so the trolls of the north came to aid their finch allies in the battle. Little did they know of the powers coursing through their hardened skins, and how they would come into play within the coming days.

The finches of the soy plateau were drawing back further and further into the fortress, battling without end, and without victory against the Cobblestone Crows. Old man sat once again atop the fortress, upon his darkened throne, Finch Farthington circling above had called the trolls of the north, as the crows allies, the crusaders of Gladowynch, were almost atop the flattened mountain citadel. The crusaders, though skilled, were small and few in number, compared to the trolls of the north, and after the crusaders were cut off, the Crows would be forced to slacken their attack, giving the finches time to withdraw enough of their soycerers to the Acrane keep.

Already, half of the finches plateau was bathed in sunlight, and under command of the Crows, if the trolls did not pick up their feet, it would be the final day for finch and soy alike, but though their chances were bleak, the finches did not surrender, and fought on with valour.
Old man sat atop his throne, summoning the Guardian of Soy, a long old finch that had bound his body and soul to soy, and become a powerful beast, but doomed to forever dwell within the wastes of soyblivion, until summoned by a master of soy such as old man, but even with his great power, old man needed time to summon the guardian, time that was running out on him, and his companions.

"if only old beard were still here, to aid me in my time of need..." thought old man, and suddenly he was swept into memories long past.

Old man and old beard were setting fire to the homes of children and the humans, and later laughing at the screaming, burning corpses.

Old man remembered climbing to the very top of the soy plateau using no soy energy, only the enrgy of friendship from his friend old beard.

Old man remembered playing with beard as a small child, laughing with eachother and getting messy before needing to go home for dinner.

Suddenly old man awoke again from his memories and continued to summon the great guardian, now fueled by anger and sadness, old man's power was becoming extreme. Finch Farthington realised this and came down to old man, as he feared his power would exceed old mans capacity and destroy him. Farthington looked deep into old mans mind, and warned him of his rapid increase in power. Old man replied with a loud howl of rage, and the ground of the plateau began to crack, vaporized soy shooting up in jets out of the cracks, a loud explosion and a wave of soy rushed over the plateau, the guardian rose slowly from the pit.

The crusaders began to set foot atop the plateau at this time, and were beginning to gather in numbers, to launch a strike past the guardian and into the heart of the fortress. The blackened finch guardian, drenched in soy, was destroying the endless rabble of crows coming to assault the finches, the guardian was not completely stopping the crows from reaching the fortress, but slowed the pace considerably, giving the finches time to organise their defences, but with the charging crusaders, the finches would not last long, the guardian already fixated on the crows could not aid them either. The finches felt their rage begin to drip to fear, time was running out, and their fates were looking bleak. The first wave of crusaders was already organised, and was charing across the feild to the fortress, clad in steel with burning blades, they were a fearsome sight to the finches, that had only just received a break from constant battle.

Old man ordered the finches to keep their concentration on the crows, and to ignore the oncoming crusaders, and so the fnches took to the skies, keeping out of reach of the dirty men below. Old man summoned the armor of Soy Gladys, a powerful warrior from ancient times, before Finch Farthington, and Grishnacks sword of woe. clad in steel the crusaders had already made their way into the reception of castle finch, Old man stood his ground at the entrance to the throne room, awaiting the intruders arrival.

Outside Finch Farthington and his Finch warriors were starting to bring the crow battalions near a halt, surely soon they would return to their dens, to recruit more of their kind to continue the battle, but suddenly, from unseen vantage, the sky above the plateau opened, toa vortex of sunlight, and crows poured out, Finch fathrington, the guardian and the finch warriors steeled themselves, awaiting the first wave to strike.

Old man had joined battle with the crusaders, fighting with amazing skill and speed, he had killed many men, but many, many more came. Old man was beginning to lose ground to the crusaders, and he had nowhere else to run. The crusaders had him circled, he could no longer fight for his survival, as they slowly moved in on old man, a great roar was heared, and the a wall was broken through, the trolls charged through, beating the men effortlessly. Old man, though pleased to see them fell to his side and passed out from the previous battle.

Pucas's tale

The wind was sweeping, the stars were sleeping.
the soy was cheeping the cranberries weeping
and all along he was standing, on the golden hills of Herryborough.
the man with the golden nose, seven fingers and an old brown shoe.
the old man said to his friend, old beard "where did they go, those long days back, back to the nose, back days old of nose days gold."
"twas toes woes that told the shoes to take their foes and wink with night the days bright."
"Pass thus nightly gone wish that i may see beyond the caraboo tree?"
"old seeds, old seeds, old seeds" said the beard, all along unsure of his own fate.

Two nights later as old man sat in the moon's shade he said to the beard.
"never too late to begin with the creeping lorse?"
"nor is the night right for such a plaguish feind!"
"sorry" said old man, in his old and frail voice, twas soon he would suffer and die.

During hsi sleep old man was restless, his dreams more horrifying than ever, he lay feeling like he was in a daycare, with singing children all around. Old man woke up screaming and then coughed up some blood.

Beard was on the meadow during day, old man still asleep, for if he knew beard was converging with the day meadow, he would cease upheaval of the grand hrofmulf and the moon would crash into the great sea.

Old man sat on the moonlit tree of caraboo, unkowing of where his beard had gone, he cried many nights worth and sat, holding up the Hrofmulf with his soy energies. Old man sat and cried until he heard the sun rising, tonight he would stand against it.

Old man charged up the energies of soy that remained in his old and saggy flesh, he sent a powerful bolt at the rising sun as a word of warning. Suddenly old man spotted Old beard on the rise, he cried out "Run beard, for the light is on your caboose!"

Beard sent out corrupted finches at the old man, old man realised his folly and returned fire with many blasts of soy. Beard summoned a sun circle of energy around himself and corrupted finches continuously flew out of his beard- body.

Old man created a lorse - wall to protect him from the finches, but it would not hold. Old man summoned allof his energy into one powerful attack.

Old beard sensed the great energy coming from behind the lorse wall and turned to run, but the energy was drawing him in.

Old man sprouted soy stalks and jumped to his escape, while old beard was drawn into the soy vortex, to be consumed forever, but as beard closed in on the vortex, old man too was drawn in. Old beard had called on the ancient ties between old man and the beard to when he was merely a baby, and old man's old father seperated the long old beard from his baby face.

Old man fell off his stalk towards the hole, but as he fell he summoned the giant finch of Nasgarth to his rescue, the finch swooped in and caught old man, and took him to the plateau of soy, where beans and finches roamed freely.

Old beard, was never seen again...

They say that you can hear the plants and trees grow here in the summer. =) Wouldn't be a surprise really, the way they have to race from spring to authumm. I like plants. ^-^ Specially forests are always very nice here, smell of wet earth, trees and turpentine. Trees are awesome. XD

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How Evil Are You?

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You have your dark-side. On the outside, a pleasant and even comforting demeanor give way to an ocean of dark and tempestuous thoughts. When your thoughts become reality is when the nightmares within finally get a chance to breathe. Beware of your dark side, for although it makes you a complex individual, it adds temptation that will occasionally win the day. Those days will be filled blood.

I'm not evil ='0..

>__< sry never had a blog and not realy sure what to put in it and i dont know who reads this blogg (right now kind of asuming that no one does? x__x) and im not good at writing anything really so youll have to bear with it xD and tove told me to save old bloggs and be woed over reading them in the future @_@ ehm..

I just remembered that if i was less human/non-human humans would probably use me to make stuff or eat me. I don't know

Anybody there?..

How can I change what's written under Roger like at the bottom of this page? =/

You can't fulfill a promise for something non-material if you don't have enough material.. I talk too much

Material costs. Material kinda sucks. My body is material and human and if i was less quantity of material and not human you would be able to stick me in a jar or box and send me anywhere and there would be less worries of money. Money is stupid. I complain a lot. I am material.