C.G.Ayling

Month: January 2012

  • Tweets for Posterity 118.

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    Heard on the radio “More, or less water-boarding” – shameful, to casually discuss torture in terms of acceptance. #thought

    So many to thank, many new minds to meet, so many wonderful new friends, to greet.

    Too many dead lines ~ the lines at which projects die ~ creativity, within an ordered box ~ does not dwell.

    I’m not doing an #FF today… time presses, and pressure too, too much risk, I’ll not mention… you.

    I am a repository, of superfluousity #iam {aka, a font of worthless knowledge}

    I count this day, which for Twitter is now done, a success – two new, have I found, and to my secret list of notes, joined.

    More days of twitterverse neglect to come, the line in the sand draws near, inspiration’s enemy, a foul… dead… line. #later

    time’s end strikes, when we part ~ a small piece breaks, from my heart ~ another eternity, till our next start #RVDC

    What are we, but our treatment of others, and thus their perception of us. #thought @Baqi_BaNK your son, is right, in ways beyond his years.

    The only realm in which we’re truly free, is that of our own imagination. #thought

  • Tweets for Posterity 117.

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    Those who claim they never lie, are the biggest liars of all. #thought

    Castigate those who cheat, but consider their crime in its context.

    Cheating! at a game? For shame. {move along, there’s nothing here we want our kids to see, so why is this headline news, again}

    Words, little things we cast, with which to catch a smile, or scowl, or worse… indifference. #thought

    Words cast into the air, a bridge do form, tween here, and there.

    Why ask, what do I want, and then block me, so I cannot tell? The answer is simple – I don’t want to be the first to cast a stone.

    and since you have revealed yourself to be what you called me, I will block you back.

    In fact, I won’t cast a stone at all – except at those that do. Shove that in your pipe, and stoke it. #thought

    43 hours in 3 days, 1407 miles driven, with a coming reward of two normal days, of work. The silver lining, is that I am home, at last.

    If tear were blood, would we cry ~ though they’re salt, and seep ~ our essence within them, does leak.

  • Tweets for Posterity 116.

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    …each wore a brave face and lied, telling the other, “all will be well”.

    I will not have blame for a fateful deed laid at an innocent’s door.

    No blossom of agony caressing his wrist.

    The way it rolled off her tongue proved even more joyous than its echo within her thought. #malmaxa

    I don’t wear his symbol, save within the confines of my heart. #malmaxa

    The shell of my soul lay, heart-stilled before me, not breathing.

    A small, grim smile, incongruent on her tiny face.

    Good evening, at a hotel with an itsy bitsy teeny weeny – and I do mean weeny – internet. Will try and respond to tweets.

    Unlike hope, to which we must cling – Joy is best, when shared. #thought

    Show me someone who has never told a lie, and I’ll look on them in pity – for they never learned to talk. #thought

  • Tweets for Posterity 115.

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    Inspiration invariably brings me satisfaction, if not joy – a surging spike of delight, followed by a mental glow. #thought

    Inspiration: source, of mental highs.

    And it’s back to work, for me. Once again, I’m here, in absentia. #later

    Outstretched fingers searched for his heart’s pulse. Hoping, beyond hope.

    You cannot compel love, you can only give it, in hope it is accepted, and returned. #thought

    Recalling Tian’s words, “as though he were my own”, jealousy’s taint touched Faroene’s heart.

    She must prepare her story thoroughly, fabricate apparently truthful responses to a myriad likely questions.

    Mired in war for nineteen cycles, and what had she gained, that she had not lost?

    Be true, and truthful, for the smallest lie complicates the simplest life. #thought

    Time, is not an endless stream, in your interactions with others, especially the elderly, consider that. #thought

  • Tweets for Posterity 114.

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    Wash away passion, and become, a translucent soul, knowing it is lost, not knowing what it seeks. #thought

    The stars we see, are the stars he sees. He resides in our hearts, till his safe return.

    Time’s passage did not slow for their inconsequential troubles.

    Fifty… infinite paces.

    With a twitch of his head, he jarred his wandering mind – forced his impudent eye, back!

    Anxiety oozing, seeping, trickling, pouring, flooding back, he discovered he could make out no other detail, could see not face, nor feet.

    Silenced forever, fear’s nag.

    Awoke long before the dawn, as is usual, yet instead of lying abed in contemplation, as is my wont, I arose, to continue editing.

    My favorite middle daughter’s cat is demanding attention. She meeps, and purr’s seldom. A few strokes, brings her joy, time well spent.

    Religion and Philosophy, might these two not be, the true Chicken and the Egg? #thought

  • Tweets for Posterity 113.

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    Good morning everyone, hope you’re set to have an enjoyable, worthwhile day.

    I’m troubled by the recent developments in the @lancearmstrong matter, so troubled I’m working an a blog post about it. It exceeds 140…

    Would I could turn my thoughts into dreams, as I turn my dreams, into thoughts. #thought

    Taking a break, and checking twitter twice…

    To all my other new followers, HI!, It’s the weekend, sit back and pull up a cheer, {with or without, a beer}. #later

    I just gotta know ~ is there any chance ~ we can make a new start #RVDC

    Commitments, to keep, jagged words to to hone, till every sentence bears a razor’s edge. #later {my cruel taskmaster, is me}

    The days following… she spent watching the count of petitions for her match steadily rise. The nights… sobbing in silent despair. #malmaxa

    A long, hard slog, to momentary joy as editing ends ~ Just one quick look… I’m at the mountain’s bottom, again. ~ Does editing, ever end?

    Got to take,another break, before my brain boils, and the resultant steam pops out my angry eyes.

  • Tweets for Posterity 112.

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    I need a theme, a flitting thought, to chase, a chance, inspiration to catch #RVDC

    …warriors in need of solid plans based on facts and certainty, not on fleeting dreams of salvation.

    Animal shelters everywhere hold the lives of wonderful animals in their hands, open your hearts, and hands, and earn an eternal friend.

    Light fails ~ and with dark’s fall, my dreams begin ~ images of we, in sin #RVDC

    I love this game! Is it “tag!”, or “you’re it!”, or maybe “Dodgeball!” – whatever game we play, have fun, the weekend comes.

    You’ve done a world of good, @lancearmstrong I value every moment of your career, every heart you’ve healed, and every child you’ve changed.

    Do I approve of taking drugs? Really idiotic, emotive question. How can you cure cancer without them? Oh, not those, which then?

    Pheromones: real magic. We know they exist. We think we know how. We want to know why. What is magic, if not that.

    a walker of a different path ~ a seeker of companionship ~ of sprit, not flesh. #iam

    Glory, worthy of rampant, wanton pursuit… or not. #thought #goodnight

  • Tweets for Posterity 111.

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    slain… by a foul monster wearing friendship’s guise

    I stole his last memory of life.

    You cannot steal memories Eden, you can only share them.

    Perpetrators of abuse, are pond scum, trying to prevent light reaching the abused. #thought

    struck to earth by passion’s wane ~ my dream revealed, my tarnished crown ~ only deluded mortals dwell in heaven… for a while. #RVDC

    There is something delighting in the words of those whose native language isn’t English. If you don’t follow some, you’re missing out…

    All fun and games, would make me, the lunatic I long to be. #wish #later

    Hard, it is to be, passionate about a lie, thinks me. #iam

    Yet I recognize the lilting tones of deceit.

    The deed, is done. Now to wrap the evidence, and send proof to my faithful adherents.

  • Tweets for Posterity 110.

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    No… we died, and thought we dreamed.

    Likening herself to an assassin striking an innocent, she blurted out the poisoned words…

    she remained fearful her resolve would flee, abandoning her before she could unburden herself

    He neither recognized, nor looked upon me, thinking me an emissary from the Gods, sent to escort him to the afterlife…

    I stole his last memory of life…

    His shaking hands made striking his flint difficult… three attempts before he set a spark to flame.

    Of the first wound, all that remained was a puckered hollow, oozing smoke.

    I am down to the very last section of my comprehensive re-edit of Malmaxa I. On page 363 of 370 – I can almost taste completion. #goodnight

    Good morning everyone, hope your Friday proves to be fun, I may do a #FF later, time permitting. Karma calls for it, I think.

    A {JuliaGem} Is Red Riding, Hood-less?… https://cgayling.com/malmaxa/2013/01/hoodless-is-little-red-riding/ …

  • Tweets for Posterity 109.

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    I just gotta know / is there any chance / we can make a new start #RVDC

    or is our destiny to be / torn apart / torn apart… #RVDC

    by the way – I’ve never collaborated on anything like this before, quite exciting. #RVDC

    or.. On my lips your sweet kisses dwell ~ our breathe mingles ~ our hearts swell. #RVDC

    pressed for time ~ your kisses, sublime ~ #RVDC

    OK I have to finish my editing, I’m down to the wire, and almost done. expect more mystery snippets from Malmaxa, if not much else tonight.

    Terror, barely contained, still held her wretched and quivering in its grasp.

    With the absolute control possible only to a Chukrah fueled warrior, Faroene halted her sword’s slash.

    The material of Tian’s skirt, severed by a finger length cut, parted to show a glimpse of pale thigh.

    I never thought seeing your ugly, wrinkled old face could bring me pure joy, Mithial. But, there it is.