How It Is

[kingtycoon]

I come home, like anyone, I light the candles, I beat my sword against my deerhoof staff, I wear my mask, shake my gourd and drink my scotch. Rattle my crystals and throw them to draw strange conclusions, wear my robe and blow three notes on my silver horn. I call my familiars to me and do you know?

I still haven't put my christmas tree away.

Comments

[kingtycoon.livejournal.com]

Bet you wish I was your IT guy.

[fizzyland.livejournal.com]

I always waited until there were more needles on the floor than the tree before discarding it. Otherwise, we seem to while away our evenings in similar fashion.

[kingtycoon.livejournal.com]

It's good times being the obea man

[sholanda.livejournal.com]

My lights are still on the house