C.G.Ayling

Category: Tweets

  • Tweets for Posterity 95.

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    We are as old as the dreams we dream. #thought

    Those are not hollow words, casually spoken, and offering shallow comfort.

    What measure, of success… by wealth, I find I’ve failed ~ by love, I’ve lived ~ by thought, aspired to much, and accomplished, naught.

    {JuliaGem} Julia, admonishing me for hurrying her, “You can’t rush perfection… that’s why I can rush you all I like.”

    Before him, the very air rippled as a wrinkled, colorless apparition appeared at the bank’s base

    Dislodged from Terror’s grasp, his eye found a symbol.

    Where all the others had been ageless, Jhan was ancient, trapped forever inside time’s flow.

    I have waited… waited too long, for this day.

    His ancient eyes held sadness, and the loneliness of the lost.

    How is it that, like with love, we can read a wretched sentence, and instantly be bound… So am I, to you, and wish so to forever remain.

  • Tweets for Posterity 93.

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    Nothing more than fodder, to feed war’s voracious hunger. #malmaxa

    If a picture is worth a thousand words, what is the price of a scent, or a sound? #thought

    Till, later, perhaps, my weekend will be full with editing… I might throw the scraps / gems twitter’s way. {you be the judge}

    A statue balanced on a boulder, frozen by sorrow’s chill breath.

    Is Malmaxa heavy, is lead light, do feathers fly? Are each of the above true? Wait another few days, and I’ll tell.

    While these tweets indicate I’m here, I’m more absent than present.

    Watching, more than participating. #thought

    Malevolent presence perceived, he spun toward it…

    Hunter gatherers are we, our eyes ever drawn to movement, and the danger it conceals. {going to have to mimimize Twitter, before I kill it!}

    …rudely wrenched from his flesh, leaving his wrist unadorned, and his soul more naked than clothing’s lack could ever make him.

  • Tweets for Posterity 92.

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    While the crowd applauded him for his honesty, Briar smiled in radiant reward.

    Whoever said, “You have to be cruel to be kind”, was probably a sadist.

    A heart relinquishing passion, withers. #thought

    Thoughts are always truth, though lies might gain life in their utterance.

    Looking up to her shorter twin, she felt pride’s glow.

    vanish, as quickly as morning’s mist before a summer sun.

    this is a harsh time, holiday highs, collapsing into a new year’s lows.

    so much pain, filling tender hearts with rain.

    Intellect, perceiving pain, must dissect and understand it before releasing it.

    Their lips’ caresses alleviated their mothers’ pain, long since passed, its impression undiminished by time.

  • Tweets for Posterity 91.

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    Words without bias, hold value greater than their sum. #thought

    My Godfather once told me swearing is the crutch of the conversational cripple. I must have taken him to heart, especially for written words

    So many people in twitter, who aren’t really people at all. #thought

    Dread: the day a conversation takes this form – My tweetbot’ll talk to yours, maybe they start a #trend. Gotta go, might miss something…

    Once wealth can purchase laws, society discards justice in favor of protecting possessions. #thought

    More concerned with justice, than law. #iam

    And now, it’s back to editing Malmaxa, for me. A poor man’s work is never done, a rich man’s, never begun.

    Empty hands offer the best caress. #thought

    Turning her mind from irrelevant thoughts of food, drink, and poor character, Ripkira reconsidered the day’s conflict. #malmaxa

    Though Ryntam’s figure commonly drew the secretive eyes of men, tonight few noticed her fine proportions… #malmaxa

  • Tweets for Posterity 90.

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    When others are as angry as me, the one who is most shocked, is I. #thought

    Huge, vertically slit pupils, calling… singing to his soul… deeds of glory, and tales… of his end.

    Though completely dried out, their six petals remained pristine.

    Since life is a metaphoric road, wouldn’t you like yours to wind through scenic hills? #thought

    Time flowed as slow as chill honey pours from a pot. #thought #malmaxa

    Harassed by demons, are men, serenaded by angels,women. #thought

    Guilt, and Conscience, chided her every step.

    Drab Guilt evicted glamorous Temptation.

    So… you are a thief, after all. But then, you always knew you were, didn’t you?

    Their duty, honorably discharged.

  • Tweets for Posterity 89.

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    Some of the best stories are the ones we create to fill the little voids of silence. #thought

    She stiffened, fright’s cold breath vanquishing tiredness in an instant.

    As beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, does a story not dwell in the ears of the listener? #thought

    Unable to look down, she instead stared into her mother’s eyes, her dream wrought confidence collapsed.

    For me the 1st day of 2013 has been good. 30 pages edited, untold tweets twittered, seeds of thought, reaped and sewn. The flu, waning. Nite

    Another day, to spend ~ would I could invest my time ~ instead of squandering it, on the eternal grind.

    More quotes from my editing of Malmaxa today – if they catch your eye, here’s a generous sample http://bit.ly/CGbMal1 Enjoy it!

    This left Faroene with nothing, save solitude, for company. #malmaxa {yes, solitude can be excellent company}

    Of life, less than forty paces remained.

    So much anger from my tweeting companions, and the day is merely the second in the year? This does not bode well for 2013.

  • Tweets for Posterity 88.

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    Red rivulets trickled down, exposing deep fang wounds penetrating her love’s cheeks, and her own true heart. #malmaxa

    The pain in Faroene’s response was evident – the vain attempt to keep her tears hidden, saddening. #malmaxa

    Hope leaked from her, with each beat of her heart.

    Looking into Faroene’s paled face, Tian beheld anguish, unmasked.

    Fabricate apparently truthful responses to a myriad likely questions. #malmaxa

    She swayed somewhat more than usual as she glided out, her graceful movement most becoming to the eyes.

    Gaze down upon her knee ~ there, perceive the truth ~ that she, will always skinny, be. {prompted, by a picture of blue jeaned legs}

    Passion: Soul’s blood, Heart’s lament.

    We trick ourselves. I’m editing an emotive part of Malmaxa, and catch myself looking away, seeking relief, but finding echoes, instead.

    Having watched this exchange with thinly veiled interest, Rethga chose his words with considerably more care. #malmaxa

  • Tweets for Posterity 87.

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    Hope’s surge proved powerful.

    A hint of movement, barely discernible, and hope’s fluttering flame blazed to glory. #malmaxa

    A healthy glow, a hidden smile, a light caress – clues, loves embrace we shared.

    I just learnt that my wife’s grandparents were married ninety-five years ago, today. This, is a good day to reflect.

    Give no quarter, and expect none. Not in this war. #malmaxa #reality #sad

    They were, at last, alone.

    “My love alive. You live.”

    I am iron, to your pyrite.

    Puritans expect others to do as they shout should be done, yet not as they have done, or continue to whispering do.

    Morality: Puritans think they got it, and they’re too good to share it.

  • Tweets for Posterity 86.

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    Mere mention of the wraiths chilled all spines, froze all tongues. #malmaxa

    Anything… anything, to explain the inexplicable. #malmaxa

    Words of love withheld, soon to be forever unvoiced. #thought #malmaxa

    Dwell more on happy than sad, on what may be more than what was not. Be yourself, and true. #HappyNewYear

    Here are my wishes to all, for a Happy and Accomplished New Year.

    Starting 2013 doing two good things. 1) Recovering from the Flu, 2) working on my writing. Expect random, off the wall snippets as I edit.

    The only thing more pathetic than a desperate man, is one who doesn’t realize he is. #thought

    Reward, lies hidden in complex thoughts, or in plain sight in the simple. #thought

    The sun’s dying rays twinkled into twilight. #malmaxa

    Tradition, another word to watch… it joins my list of dishonorable words, wearing honors guise. #thought

  • Tweets for Posterity 85.

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    The most beautiful thing about the truth, is that you don’t need to fake it. #thought

    Though little should be embraced without thought, on that list truth ranks high.

    Mornings are good, for some ~ for others, evenings ~ for the last, dark night.

    To me, the fine details are more deserving of attention, that the coarse picture. #thought

    If we don’t care, then how can we matter? #thought

    Her force’s fate lay in the Gods’ hands now. In the Gods’ hands – and, in their preparations. #malmaxa

    Discourse: a path to conflict, or conversation. A path we choose, by our entry.

    Perhaps the greatest gift a parent can give their child, is freedom of thought – if not greatest, it is certainly the most difficult.

    Daniskira wore her hair long, flowing like a stream’s rippling waves, unfettered and free. #malmaxa

    Before dividing life into good and evil, or right and wrong, we need to determine the nature of evil, and its source. For that, look inward.