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The Hour DrawsThe sound of teeth, Chattering on steel, The warm fur of a cat, Rubbing against my heels,The Hour Draws
Inside my cave called home, Writing away of games unknown, Music's vibrations fend off the 'lone, The sound of "noobs" getting "powned.
And in this dungeon of technology, In my self designed cage, I fiddle away in the land of Loathing, Pretending to be a Pasta Mage.
And when the clock strikes that late hour, And when the clicks are done, Finally from this I will be set free, Because I register for school at twelve oh one.
by ~Ranoxic
To You, Miss...And here's to you, You joyful little cake, You giggly little girl!To You, Miss...
Here's to you, Oh for heaven's sake! I must say I do rather adore you!
Your smile makes me glad, It counteracts the sad! It makes me ting and bing around inside!
Your voice is like a chorus, Coming from on high! Like a troupe of parachuting musicians in the sky.
I raise my glass to you and your kin, I must say that you are bit of fin! And if I do dare say, I care about you each day, And you make me, so, happy!
by ~Ranoxic
Dauntless DirkHe did go, straight to work! Upon his mustang of brown, Upon his head, the noble crown, Of a man who saves the day, The man who is grossly paid, To kill, To slay, To rape, To pillage, The possibly vicious beasts that ravaged the land, The farms and homes of the humble man, Who only wanted to survive, So obviously these legendary beasts must die!Dauntless Dirk
Now It isn't up to me, you see, To decide what Dirk would be, When he was a little boy, Two giants used him as a toy, He didn't care for the greats, Such as the Loch Ness or the Dragon Pa
by ~Ranoxic
Arthur, ArthurLong ago across the sea, A land besiege by war, Men fought for what they believe, Both the wealthy and poor.Arthur, Arthur
The light of god led the fourth, The world to them was so small, Sword and Arrow and the Torch, Weapons to be feared by all,
A man walking about the land, met by a maiden fair, from the lake she rose to greet, she gave him a gift to bare,
The man arose not the child he was, but a king to rule with pride, Excalibur the Blade in his hand, upon a white horse he did ride,
Arthur, Arthur, Where is your hymn? &nbs
by ~Ranoxic
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- Current Residence: Riverside, CA
- Interests: Fantasy, Sci-Fi, General Poetry
- Favourite movie: Beowulf/Lord of the Rings
- Favourite band or musician: They Might Be Giants
- Favourite genre of music: Techno/Rock
- Favourite artist: Rebecca Guay
- Favourite poet or writer: Terry Brooks
- Operating System: Windows XP
- MP3 player of choice: Itunes
- Wallpaper of choice: Fanboys
- Favourite game: Kingdom of Loathing/Self Made RPG
- Favourite gaming platform: Nintendo Wii
- Favourite cartoon character: Roy Mustang
- Personal Quote: After living with money on a day to day basis, I refuse to "get tired" of school. Ever.
- Tools of the Trade: Paper, Pencil, Mind, PC
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/moxraptor
- Email: moxraptor@yahoo.com
- AIM: Mox Raptor
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Don't let games and chasing fun cloud your path. You get tunnel vision and before you know it you're living in a trash heap, playing World of Warcraft every waking moment so you can ignore the reality that you're just a fat slob going nowhere.
Ah, the Pow-Wow will be magnificent!
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Don't let games and chasing fun cloud your path. You get tunnel vision and before you know it you're living in a trash heap, playing World of Warcraft every waking moment so you can ignore the reality that you're just a fat slob going nowhere.
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