Been a While

Well, it's been a little while since my last post, hasn't it? I've been busy with my latest idea: Trellarya. Check it out at www.Trellarya.blogspot.com. Also, I spent my weekend attending the Stuebenville West youth conference, which was AWESOME! God is so good. It was a seriously changing experience. I was moved greatly. I don't have any thoughts right now, so, till later, This is The Highland Sage, signing out.

-End Transmission

Thoughts at 12

Well, I've really got nothing to say tonight. And it bugs me. Funny, that a lack of thoughts should annoy me while many people seek to achieve that. Of course, tis not I that seek that. It's the difference, I suppose. Funny, really. You may have achieved someone else's ideal, and yet you still are not contect with yourself. Course, it makes sense. To thine own self be true. If you're not your own ideal, then it doesn't matter if you're someone elses. Because we all aspire to be our own ideal. And this is going in circles at this point. Thank you, and goodnight.

TAS

-THS to TAS, come in please, over.

-TAS here, I copy, over.

-Glad to hear you TAS. What's cookin on your end of the line, over?

-Nothing much. Things have been pretty good around here. The price of oil just keeps shrinking, and everyone says the CSA is in an economic upswing, over.

-Sounds good. How's your girl been, how's the family, over?

-Oh, my family's great. And my girl, well, it's the same as last time. What about you, over?

-My family's fine. And my girl is unchanged as well, IE, I don't have one, over.

-Too bad. Listen, I gotta go. Remember, Goodness is life, even when you're dead. over

-Yeah, later man. Life's good even when it's not. This is THS, over and out.

Random

Well, for this post I'm going to put one word that pops out at me from each of my previous posts, and try to waeve it into something meaningful. So here goes:

Swamp ice was bossing stupid man in metaphor wessels. I've memorable emotions. Monopoly giants go back to problematic apostles. Anyways, mascara got old. It's something Russians got. My grasshopper can't say Copenhagen. Tea I've brought Aragorn. Nazgul enjoy churros. Ahoy, Japan. Poppets are effective yesterday, Saint Michael was Britain. Goodnight bros. Sorry I've siezed Libertarians. Anyways, just hearsay. Lady, you can stinking hit everyone. Beautiful Penny Huckabee sounds really good. Today, alas, damaged you. Think, sagey dwarves continue to check clouds that died! I'm bipedal. Cabbage things go always. Dan was jergumblespuz once, but you fanged German Shakespeare cream on Tuesday. Whether goats ought rule, splunge queen. Well, treachery Ezra my hotline! Lemme be, fish. Continue finally poetics, even to poems.

And that's all for tonight!

Troglodite

So, thought I'd do something different for this post. Of course, it was only a thought. And on second thought, I couldn't think of anything different. So I'll just stick to what I do best. which is generally poems.

Far Far away, is a land by the sea,
And in that land they search for keys,
Not keys that open locks or doors,
They search for things that open more.

The keys to secrets of this life,
Like how to find the perfect wife.
And how to always win at cards,
And how to sing as well as bards.

And when they find the key to one,
They all rejoice, and have some fun.
Some day I'd like to go and see,
This far off land, out by the sea.