please dosen’t work on me

I’m sorry  not to say okay

I really only want to obey,

I’m siting by you with my head in my hands

silent I’m wishing for commands,


please doesn’t work on me

cant you see?


other words will, put me on my knee

it takes more to get through to me

I don’t want to be alone

your whim, wish it was myown

you can feel free

to break me



please doesn’t work on me

I’ve got no wish to be free

and my thoughts are floating debris

hold my heart in your hands

surrender without demands



I’m begging

break me



oblivious lies

wish’s are giving way to lies

all the time they wont realize

oblivious to what they say

searching for a perfect fey


oblivious wishes, people who cant see

that all they want is surrounding them

why cant they just give-in

to the consistency of everything

why is difference so entrancing ?

why do they keep on dancing?


oblivious lies, half believed half truths

broken ties, connections are splitting

stupid guys, propagate misogyny

taboo dies,  i say fuck the patriarchy

obvious lies, now the chains are crumbling









the 99, part four

there was, a beautiful son in one barbarian city, in a time before things became proper, his fire was strong, and his red hair showed this to all who saw him, and the strength of the fire meant that none could tame him, though many tried, all failed. the city could not contain there son, so he left them, and sought out the witches of the farther north. he sought to learn there craft and thus tame his own fire, but the witches wished HIM tame, And so they did not come to rest in all the time he was in that place.


99, the third

Once there was a hill, it was high and tall, and touched the lightning and thunder in the storms, and it was green and growing and the goats grazed there. On the top of this hill was a great rock, and at eh bottom was a village.

On season, a great storm struck the hill, and broke the rock asunder, in to many parts, leaving nothing but dust.

And the villagers turn up to the rock and asked each other, “where is the rock now?’

The man who grazed his goats on the hill said “it I must be in the grass, because the grass held it up, and this is where the stone is now”

The woman who taught the children of the storms said “it is with the wind, for the wind destroyed it”

The old man said “it is in the sky for the sky makes the wind”

And a young girl said “it is in the earth because the grass grows in the earth”

And the man who grazed his goats said “it is in the sky for the water grows the grass”

And the woman who taught the children of the storms said “it is in the earth, for the earth guides the wind

and then the old man said “It is in the stone, for the stone is in the center”

Monster Hunter Four Ultimate: Charge Blade Guide and Tips

very well done

Post-Quantum Poetry

A bit of a departure from what I usually write, but what I can I say; I fucking love Monster Hunter. It’s basically the perfect game for me. It somehow manages to combine the “gotta catch ‘em all” mentality of Pokemon, with the fear and difficult of Shadow of the Colossus with Dark Souls-esque fighting system, all while drawing you in fight after fight with the many surprises the game can throw at you hunt to hunt. But I could go on forever about why I think Monster Hunter is genius, simply because there is no end to the genius within it. </end dramatization>

Today I want to write a comprehensive guide for my main weapon: the Charge Blade. This is mostly because 1) it is one of the newest weapons featured in the game, 2) the in-game tutorial is next to useless, and 3) and most surprising, is that…

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the 99 tales, the second

A mountain stood for a score of scores of scores of seasons. one day a young boy ventured to its foot, he looked up at it, and swore that he would become like that mountain.

when his parents herd what he had promised , they laughed,

“the mountain is a score of scores of scores, you are not yet two score seasons in your life, you will never be like the mountain”

so the boy was dejected, and for a time he forgot the mountain, but the mountain did not forget him. Every year on the night he had sworn to be like the mountain, he dreamed of the mountain, and of himself, becoming like it.

this went on until the boy was an old old man, he grew wizened, and frail, and he could no longer draw his bow. one day the son of his son came to him, in tears

“why do you weep?” the old man asked

and the boy replied, “I weep because i am not like the mountain”

and the man replied to the boy

“do you know the sound of wind over grass?”

and the boy said “yes”

“do you know the feeling of a rock in your shoes?”

and the boy said “yes”

then the old man said

“do you know the taste of the wind in your throat?”

and the boy said “yes”

then the old man said

“if you know all this, and nothing more you are a mountain, but if you know the time to lie down, the mountain, is you, for then you are more than a mountain”



the 99 tales, the first

There was once an old woman, her family was all gone, and she was no student of any home, so she was cared for by the village

one day this woman died, and the choice came of whom would own her home, the first to speak was the smith.

“I mended her pots, and made her hinges, so what was hers should be mine”

then spoke the shepherd,

“I gave her wool to make her clothes, and milk for her to drink, so what was hers should be mine”

then the baker spoke

“i gave her bread to eat, and coal for her stove, so what was hers should be mine”

then the wind spoke

“i gave the forge its fire, and made the grass  grow under the sheep, and raised the grain for the bread, so what was hers is mine”

and then the wind, swept her home away, though it had stood strong, leaving nothing for any other.


on duality

you can be both assertive and submissive,

the sub respects by obedience and HONESTY

the dom respects by listening and ENFORCEING

if you don’t tell your dom how you feel about something, you are not submitting.