C.G.Ayling

Category: Random Musings

Random thoughts, from a random mind – mine. I’m fairly confident my viewpoint differs from that of the majority.

  • 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.

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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/ …

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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.

  • Tweets for Posterity 108.

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    Deception’s cloak lay over them, both.

    She felt no pain, just a strange, tightening tingle.

    I have just been informed my mind is a black void, where reason cannot hope to exist {my reasoning is different, perhaps}

    There they lay, cheek to cheek, as spent lovers might.

    Time had long since ceased its meaning, their heartbeats no longer counted its passage, instead beating an incoherent drum.

    Malevolent eyes examined her, anticipating her panicked, futile attempt to flee.

    Sanity regained, she clamped shut her mouth, stilled her unborn scream.

    #RVDC I’m tone-deaf, but I hear the drumbeat of my heart, and its irreverent rhythm.

    we’re torn apart / torn apart / that’s not meant to be / not meant for me, #RVDC

    Where talk takes two, speak is singular and needs no reply. #thought

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    Stifling an urge to kick the fire’s blameless remains, she turned about…

    This is the path between the instant that is life, and the eternity of death.

    … the tears therein were those of love alone.

    Behind him, dragged unwilling to an undeserved fate, Eden followed.

    They were a flood flowing by, a river of darkness, on a moonless night.

    Judge a book by its contents, and a Twitter, by their Tweets.

    Wracked, by misery’s caress.

    truth must seem to be told, and be seen to be told.

    I would much rather give the point, than get it. #thought

    Thoughts so vile, they can but rile.

  • Tweets for Posterity 106.

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    #guncontrol. Guns aren’t evil, people are. Don’t punish the majority, prevent the minority. Felon, or Insane = no right to own a gun EVER.

    Editing is crawling, or I am, can’t figure out which it is. Eleven pages today. Twenty eight left…

    Such, is the cost of a ruse. #malmaxa

    Awake at three ~ set my mind free ~ it chooses its goal ~ fresh thoughts, to satisfy my soul.

    Moods, are not mistakes ~ feelings, are what define us ~ suppress either, at your peril.

    If the words we wear, are our wardrobe, each mood is a garment, in need of constant change. #thought

    Though the world is enormous, its people are more similar, than different. #thought

    Encapsulated within my anguished tear, is another memory, another prompt, another precious moment I can share… with him.

    In a rush Faroene’s earlier, callously spoken sentiment echoed loud, its voice an accusation in her ear.

    From bad, to terrible… to unthinkable. Far, far worse than ‘the worst’ she had so callously declaimed.

  • Tweets for Posterity 105.

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    OK! Enough fun and games, least for one morning. Work, my dominatrix mistress awaits, whip in eager hand. {sadly, I am no masochistic}

    I just made a "jump" page on my website, dedicated to Twitter. Links, and more links await you there… https://cgayling.com/malmaxa/twitter/ …

    a self-assured, proud person whose slate-gray eyes – while brooking no impertinence – were filled with compassion, intellect, and… humor?

    Discriminators: against gender, color, age, origin, religion, preference, or any other – once uncovered by your words, in my trash you go.

    If the words fit, wear them. #thought

    Until we wash dogma, of any kind, from our minds, we hold no hope of freedom. #thought

    From fall’s comfort, to winter’s cold clasp, in a day.

    More and more good Warriors do I send to likely death. Yet you thank me?

    …wondering what he had missed, and exactly how old girls were when they started taking pleasure in confounding men.

    After darkness falls, dream arise, and in them, lies our demise. #thought

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    To work, not play, and thus to squander, another day. #thought

    I’m rather disgruntled, the vast majority of people are little more than indentured servants. #thought

    The best slaves, are those who think they’re free. #thought

    Ego, overtakes talent. #thought

    Pain casts a pall, on the brightest day. #thought

    Compel change.

    Government’s purpose, is serving its citizens. #thought

    Again tonight, will editing be my plight. Expect sequential snippets, ripped at random, from Malmaxa. #later

    Discomfort discolors another day. #thought

    Isn’t it strange how birds of a feather, find their flocks, and get together?