"Red Halla's royal scouts roved forth
Explored the Pain's edge east and north,
Sought scarlet dragons' Smoking Hills
Beyond bare Saltlands' bitter rills.
Four scouts fared forth, fast shoulder-friends,
Climed clouded cliffs where world ends,
And, ragged ranks reduced to three,
Were wared of wyvern trechery
By Melintelinas, lite queen
Of dragons languid, long, and lean.
One scout sped south, strove to return,
Lest Halla, herd, and homeland burn.
His fellows fallen, stranded here,
Have heard no word four hundred year.
Their daughters' sons bide, yearning yet
For news of Halla's offspring's get
That wryms lie vanquished, Hallows freed
By valiant victors' distant deed.
Come outlander with tidings and
His name shall be the Firebrand.
More swart than midnight swept of stars,
The moon athwart his brow bescars.
One heel whicked white by wyvern stings,
His flame the final firefall brings.
We dragons' denmates must remain
Till Firebrand fetch us home again..."

A line of unicorns appeared around the bend...
-from The Son of Summer Stars (Firebringer Trilogy)

Sunny fun

Summertime Fun...
Um...I meant to put this on the theme board, but, oh well...least I got more kb's this way...

ski

should have done this before, but just to make sure nobody thinks this is a terrorist or that i am a terrorist sympathizer...this should put the painting into perspective a little bit
this is a quote, an excerpt from an essay by insurgent subcomandante marcos of the Zapatistas released in 94

"The oldest of the old in the Indigenous communities say that there once was a man named Zapata who rose up with his people and sang out, "Land and Freedom!" These old campesinos say that Zapata didn't die, that he must return. These old campesinos also say that the wind and the rain and the sun tell the campesinos when to cultivate the land, when to plant and when to harvest. They say that hope is also planted and harvested. They also say that the wind and the rain and the sun are now saying something different: that with so much poverty, the time has come to harvest rebellion instead of death. That is what the old campesinos say. The powerful don't hear; they can't hear, they are deafened by the brutality that the Empire shouts in their ears. 'Zapata,' insists the wind, the wind from below, our wind."

the whole essay can be found at http://zapatistas.net/two-winds.html

From a photo in a National Geographic calendar

Life is a wonderful thing.

"Did you ever think, when you eat Chinese
It ain’t pork or chicken but a fat siamese?
Yet the food tastes great, so you don’t complain.
But that’s not chicken in your chicken chow mein.
Seems to me I ordered sweet-and-sour pork
But Garfield’s on my fork.
He’s purrin’ here on my fork... there's a hairball on my fork..."

Misa-chan from Death Note. >.>;; I like her clothes and stuff, and she's pretty cool i guess. So I drew her, becuz i felt like it. Her hair was such a pain 2 draw, since it's so detailed and stuff. x.x;;;

Quiet serenity.