So! What have I been up to? Let's see...still taking random pics with my phones, still writing poem-like things...still with my PhD in Germany...life's good

Cut through boneYou, who rode the arms of the flesh-eater death,Cut through bone by ~rowenabrennavart
Who stroke the hairs of slobbering beats that wandering at night are terror,
Just you can judge my sorrow.
Those of green grasses, summer smells and candy-painted flowers,
What do they know of the clawing of your own skin to escape, of plucking eyes that are your own, of wanting to run from a reality that devours it all?
What songs do their birds sing, while our black-feathered companions do nothing but laugh at our pathetic selves, shadows of beings trying to get out, out and away?
Ah, for a breeze to bring blue saltiness, Sun kissed, instead of hissing sulfur-rich mist!
Why do they sta

Rules for Morrowind Players1- Thou shalt feel actual guilt at killing innocent characters. Yes, they were part of a later quest.Rules for Morrowind Players by ~BTMNahtanoj
2- Thou shalt not walk around in a town with weapons drawn. Even Balmora.
3- Thou shalt eventually kill one of these: Fargoth, Crassius Curio and/or M'Aiq the Liar.
4- Divayth Fyr is cool.
5- Thou shalt not do Moon Sugar.
6- Thou shalt not be racist towards a specific race, with the exception of the dirty Cliff Racers.
7- Swords are not only better, but cooler too. Axes are bulky. Staves make you look gay, even if you're a mage. Grab a sword, weenie.
8- Scamps are NOT overgrown cats; they are gremlins.
9- Before trying something, ask

Faded SonataFaded Sonata by ~mossi-mo
Somewhere
There is a place
In a tiny room
In a special house
Surrounded by magic
Some golf balls
And a pond
A mini Mozart
Sits among
The boxed and ignored
Memories
Of years long past
Faded yellow flowers
Peel from the wall
And droop to kiss the old
Cornhusk mattress
On which one becomes quite lazy
Beside old papers
Dreams in a chunky pillow
Feet sticking out
Of that considerate hole
In the blue blanket bottom
Waking up to
Compose genius
Melodies
That are never
Quite alike
And little brown
Fingers tripping over
The little brown keys
And giving special love
To the two keys
That fell asleep mi