Out in the misty forest
You see an image out of the corner of your eyes
A firey, a nymph? You can’t resist.
So you chase after the surprise
She dances and plays just out of reach
You can’t let her get away
locked on her silver hair and skin of peach
You don’t see it’s the end of the day
At twilight, she over the lake
You made a terrible mistake.
Christy was amazed at the Elvin village. The homes in landscape seem to grow right out of the giant trees that made up most of it. Sunlight was streaming down and there were more flowers than she's ever seen in her life. Despite the naturalistic setting the town actually seem to be modern, they had a café a gym a public pool and natural looking streetlights.
But it was the inhabitants that really got her attention sure most of them were elves what she wasn't expecting to find where other sorts of fantastic creatures, she saw a dwarf browsing the vegetable stall, a couple of hobbits cleaning out some of the dead branches and even an orc
The Pokémon are appearing in a strange place. The outsiders don't know why but a treasure trove of Pokémon can be found with in the gates of twin Pines naturalist park.
They look back to the phones into the gates ahead the only thing keeping them out is their own reluctance. As they wonder what to do the number of Pokémon just seem to keep growing.
A young couple starts to trickle in hand-in-hand with their phone at the ready they walk past the gates and check-in. They undress and soon find Ponyta, each one catching a fire horse.
Two soon become 10 then 20, 50 and more the trainers on their phones gathering Pokémon in
I walked among them; to them I'm a monster, just a savage brute with a compulsion to kill their kind. But I'm not like the rest of my people. I walk among my intended victims, they're fully aware of what I am when I'm capable of and that I'm trying not to be that thing. It's not all bad understanding the other side seeing them as people not as a plague to be eradicated.
What am I? What are they? They are called monsters, but is it wrong to call my kind monster? We fight them with the intent to destroy to eradicate. We need to hunt it's a problem we have ignoring it is not an option. I hunt distant quarry dangerous animals of the region a da
It sucks to be blocked
I can't think of a thing
And I am Shocked
This block comes to much
And can last for a long time
My muse I can't touch
Can't even rime
Way is it always me?
Can't I just be free?
They say geeks are wearied.
That they are not like the rest of us
But what makes a geek?
Making us smart
Reading a book
Well I'm a geek
There is noting wrong
Geek is just a way to be
And I think it suits me.
Chocolate drips from my hand,
Five big meals a day is what I planned,
Cheese and ice cream by the pound,
Pork and beef, chopped and ground,
Apples, grapes by the bunch,
A mountain of sweet potatoes with lunch,
Pasta and bread, tender and sweet,
What else is there to do but eat?
I am better than you,
It has to be true,
I look so great,
You are second rate,
I am so smart,
My brain is a work of art,
Everyone likes me,
It's a fact you must see.