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Loyal LovingYou tell me what I want to hear, and yet you can't even spare a tear,
Painting the picture of our lives, laughing and grinning at all the lies,
But like a puppy and his master, a dog stays loyal in disaster,
Forever loyal I will stay, to the ones I love in my dismay,
You tell me what I want to hear, and yet I can always spare a tear.
My RegretsWhat happens when you have no more tears to cry and blood runs down your cheeks? What then do you do when everywhere you turn and everything you touch turns to ashes? What do you do when you hurt the ones who come to your aid in your very need? What do you when you have separated yourself from everyone, because you are not in a storm, but the storm itself damaging your own life as well as the lives around you?
I've blown out to sea; no longer can anyone feel the damage of my mistakes and my stupidity... Hopefully my self-destruction will come to an end, and the last bit of value I have myself will wash away, drowning me in a watery grave of no return, for when the storm ends there is no hope that I can and will still be standing...
Row... Row... Row your boat gently down the stream... Merrily... Merrily... Merrily... Merrily... Life is but a dream...
Komodo HistoryLimited Memory: Lan has no memory of his past life before the age of 16. Despite this Lan's past haunts him in the form of odd events and mysterious people including various assassins. Lan was never trained for any sort of combat before the age of 16. Lan's memory does however include a variety of obtained skills, education and vast knowledge.
Baby Sitter: The earliest employment Lan can remember is babysitting. At the time Lan was living with his mentor and worked as a baby sitter so he could have a few extra bucks in his pockets. Lan is very good with children often keeping them entertained and active. Lan is also good at teaching children moral concepts, always executing fair discipline.
Exterminator: Before becoming a professional sound technician Lan worked as an exterminator for many various types of non-insect infestations. He mostly worked on eliminating rabbit and gopher infestations. Though his methods of extermination were questionable, Lan always got th
Komodo FormsLiquid Form: This form is only available in dimensions where reality bending is permitted. This form is very well hidden as it is only available when Lan is under extremely high temperatures. In this form Lan can take on any shape or form as a light brown, jelly like liquid substance.
Rubber Form: In dimensions where reality bending is permitted, Lan can use various methods to shift into his rubber form. His rubber form is mostly composed of air trapped within thin layered rubber chambers where his various organs should be. With an air pump and his air dispersion technique Lan can easily size shift to massive heights. Lan's impenetrable skin copies over to his rubber form so Lan does not need to fear sharp objects while filled with air. Lan enjoys this form when planning to relax and hang out with close friends.
Chinese Dragon Form: In this form Lan's belly and torso is elongated, acquiring many serpent like features. Unlike most Chinese dragons, Lan cannot fly. La
Komodo DataMagic Restriction: For various reasons Lan has been restricted from using magic. Many believe Lan is incapable of casting magic as a trade off for his impenetrable skin, though the truth concerning this matter is uncertain. Although Lan is restricted from using magic, his friends have been able to use magic on him to attain various goals. Lan has found many ways to achieve various tasks that magic would usually be required for.
Infinite Storage: Although Lan is able to store infinite objects inside him he can only access and store objects in dimensions where reality bending is permitted. The explanation is an odd anomaly existing inside him. When Lan sleep walks at night he often devours random objects which is why on occasion Lan will belch up a random object.
Black Case: A black case Lan carries around containing up to 8 small vials filled with an odd black liquid. This liquid is a fatal poison that targets the brain of its host. Lan naturally produces and stores
Komodo ProfileName: Lan Komodo
Species: Komodo Dragon
Type: Biped Digitigrade
Age: 20 Years
Height: 8 Feet
Weight: 328 Pounds
Eyes: Dark Brown
Body: Brown, Tall & Slender
Strengths: Fire Resistant & Blade Resistant
Weaknesses: Ice Damage, Blunt Damage & Crush Damage
Offense: Paralyze & Poison
Defense: Water Breathing, Hypnosis & Camouflage
Specials: Poison Immunity, Impenetrable Skin & Savage Form
Apparel: Grey Tee Shirt, Blue Short Sleeve Jacket, Grey Fingerless Gloves & Tan Cargo Shorts
Accessories: Bulky Silver Watch, Silver XII Numeral Spinner Ring & Silver Cross Necklace
Personality: Lan is an amazingly gentle, kind, loving and caring creature. Lan is very playful and mischievous sometimes not knowing when enough is enough. Emotionally Lan is very sensitive often exhibiting moments of low confidence and self esteem. Lan is very tough on himself regretting even the
The Way Failure WorksFailure works like this,
Like a loved one's bitter kiss,
Blood that flows from the heart,
Life will soon depart,
Don't give up is all I hear,
But I can only remain in fear,
As the wounds of my heart grow deeper,
And eyes grow weaker,
My confidence is slain,
One's mind and body in pain,
Failure doesn't make one stronger,
It only allows the pain to stay longer,
Even when failure has left for a season,
In celebration there is no reason,
Because some failures are unforgiving,
And so you ask yourself why keep on living,
Like blood on your hands it cannot be undone,
If you ask yourself for hope there is none,
Even if and when you tasted success,
One can only guess,
Why your heart has been ripped out of your chest,
And as you are laid to rest,
Your grave surrounded by weeds,
You see the tombstone reads,
Here lies my regret,
And I am no longer in debt,
I have no more blood to shed,
My failures are dead.
Journal AeroThe journal was large and bulky, yet lightweight with a smooth, glassy, hard covered surface. Bright green rays of light shone outward from the letters of the book. The journal itself seems to be written in some primitive version of Egyptian Hieroglyphics but a closer look reveals that the language is actually Greek, possibly originating from the city of Atlantis. As you open the journal the letters on the page shatter and reform before your eyes converting to simple English. The bright green rays of light die down as the words become readable. The story begins with royalty in the lost city of Atlantis; the princess of Atlantis had willfully committed adultery with another man that was not her husband. The king had found out about the intimate relationship with his daughter and the man who was not her husband. The adulterer and his entire family were banished from the City of Atlantis. They called themselves simply the Rogues. As you continue reading you find oddly enough the journal d
Don't Close the DoorI see you hiding,
Behind that open door,
You can't bear to look at me,
Tears stream onto the floor,
I thought I made you happy,
But you turn face away,
Your soul is filled with anger,
And my spirit dies away,
I ask you what I did wrong!?
But you only close the door.
(Guitar Solo 1)
My memory betrays my thoughts,
Could have been the drinking or the nights you spent alone,
I never meant to hurt you,
I know it seems that way,
Please don't close the door,
I still have much more to say.
I ask you what I did wrong!?
But you only close the door.
(Guitar Solo 2)
I can't express my love!
Please forgive me!
Love I need you!
In my heart,
In my arms,
And In my soul!
(Moment of Silence)
I come bearing no excuses,
Please accept the way I am.
(The Door Creaks Shut)
It Must Be My AgeWhen I open a book,
I can’t see the page.
I wear skirts mid-length
And I always wear beige.
So I went to the Doc
(though he’s not a great sage)
He smiled at me gently,
And said, ‘It’s your age!’
‘There’s a great fold of flesh,
Rippling over my tum,
And a massive great spot
has appeared on my bum.’
I said, ‘When I’m driving,
I now get road rage!’
The Doc smiled again,
And said, ‘It’s your age!’
His pencil he tapped,
As I listed my woes,
My pants, then I crapped,
And he held his nose.
His resulting expression
I could not quite gauge.
But he then bared his teeth,
And growled, ‘It’s your age!’
I took hold of his pencil,
And scribbled a note.
I then rammed his pencil,
Right down his throat.
He looked at the note,
It was only one page,
It said: ‘Sorry Doc
It must be my age!’
The Hunchbacked Mavis (A parody of 'The Raven')One day, I, at mid-day Dearie, lost my glasses, eyes were bleary,
When some stranger, unexpected, came tapping on my door.
Then I called out to this rapping, almost sightless, almost crapping,
‘Who the blasted hell is tapping, so loud I can’t ignore?’
‘Tis the gardener,’ said a woman, of this she sounded sure.
I opened up and Bloody Hell, she was all of ninety four!
Good grief, I could not quite recall, advertising for this ghoul.
She looked half dead about to fall, flat upon the floor.
Then I espied her hump (or hunch?) regurgitated all my lunch.
The shock of this was quite a punch, which made my gut quite sore.
Then feeling ill, I found some pills, in my pocket, there were four,
But I took just one, and nothing more.
She introduced herself as Mavis, stating boldly,'Mrs Davies,
I’ve come to plant delphiniums outside your new back door.’
But with muteness I was taken, my speech evasive and forsaken.
Just gave her a shovel and a rake then pushed
Sweeney the Proud DolphinI know a dolphin whose name is Sweeney
She always wears a little pink bikini
But that’s neither here nor there
Neither is the fact that she has blonde hair
Sweeney is very, very proud
She has a dolphin laugh that’s pretty loud
One day, Sweeney found a box
It was wooden and covered in locks
It also had holes drilled in its sides
She found it when it washed up with the tides
She figured that something inside must be living
Though her assumption might have been a misgiving
She tried and tried to get the box unlocked
But all of her attempts to unlock it were blocked
She was so full of pride
And she didn’t like the weakness that this box implied
Asking for help was just not easy
Then, that night when the wind was breezy
She took the box to a locksmith
The building was on the corner of Main and Fifth
He easily opened the box
And inside was a little red fox
Giving the poor creature away was just not an option
So Sweeney petitioned for adoption
They celebrated with a plate of
Poetry time with Daniel: BloodBlood is in the lakes
In the rivers
In the streams
Blood is everywhere
Everywhere it seems
Bloodis falling in the rain
And drifting in the snow
Blood is everywhere
Everywhere you go
Zandar PepperlingA diplomat from the planet Zerblot
Which is a planet not much bigger than a dot
Once told me a story
About his golden days of glory
His name was Zandar Pepperling
And to communicate, he had to sing
That is how his species spoke
Otherwise, their voices came out as a big, loud croak
Anyway, back to the story at hand
The planet Zerblot was in no man’s land
It was so dirty, with trash all over
The only way across it was by land rover
So, one day, Zandar left his home
Into space is where he would roam
The entire galaxy was filthy, thought the attaché
So he went on his way, determined to scrub away
Until the universe was clean
And spotless and pristine
When he got back to his planet
That good old place made of solid granite
He scrubbed until the planet did shine
And everything was sweet and divine
He was named Zerblot’s king
Which gave him even more reason to sing
Zerblot was the cleanest planet ever known
And Zandar sat cheerfully on his throne
Word GamesHmm... Write me a rhyming poem with the word "orange" in it. Doesn't have to be long!
You think you're clever boy,
But this is my game,
"The black white and orange koy,
lazily swim in the picture frame"
Your request has been filled,
You didn't specify which words needed to rhyme,
You see I'm quite skilled,
Maybe you'll remember that next time.
Apple PrayerOur Apple,
Who art in California,
Hollowed be thy Processor,
Thy Motherboard come,
Thy Programming be done,
On The Hardware,
As it is in The Software,
Give us this Start Up,
Our Daily Log In,
And forgive the PCs of their trespasses,
As the PCs trespass against the Macs,
Lead us not into The World of Microsoft,
But deliver us from Bill Gates,
For thine is the Speed, the Graphics and the Simplicity,
Forever and ever,
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