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Tomorrow, tomorrow... Someday I'll pull myself together get to know myself Learn to walk alone without fair weather... After a while, I'll know when... The watch is on the dresser the sun is down but I keep perfect time always so feel free to ask again. That day may be today procrastination may fail Life holds on for no one yet we all feel we write all parts of the tale...

Epilogue:  Dress the Part At what you can call a homestead a couple is up at the crack of dawn.  Actually a little before since dressing for work is a slightly new thing for one of them.  By slightly new one could say not going to happen but his companion is insistent. “What’s wrong with what I have on?”  Link asks for the third time.  “You can’t expect me to wear that.”  He gestures at the hanger in his friend’s hand.  “No way.” “I done tol’ you more than once it gets dirty too fast and jus’ ain’t suited for work round here.”  Malon explains, holding out his outfit towa

Epilogue:  Last Wish The sun is blazing hot on a seemingly random summer day.  The morning star blazes the end of early morning away as it peaks at the very top and center of the endless blue bowl that is the sky.  Cloudless as far as the eye can see in every direction there will be no reprieve for those who walk the earth from the life-giving light this time but that in and of itself is fitting.  Given the occasion the punishing glare is all too perfect as shadows intersect over a specially made tombstone. “Thank you for coming.”  Crystalline says at length.  “I wasn’t sure I could go through with this.” “I&#

Epilogue:  Forgiveness...? In the courtyard outside the police station there is an impromptu gathering as several of the wrongfully imprisoned and needlessly confined are set free in exchange for one very deserving prisoner.  With that Link, Malon, Zelda, Ruto and Impa are outside watching the sun set.  The five of them each have a lot on their minds but the ladies are all looking at Link out of the corner of their eyes.  He's not minding the sun or them, just standing and looking around like he is a tourist from a foreign land permanently lost. "I'd have never believed it if I didn't see it all for m

The party has recently acquired the Highwind and Cloud has just been found in Mideel. Tifa sits awake looking at him while he nods his head and mumbles unintelligibly. "He's been like this since I've been here." Tifa thinks to herself. "The doctor says he's been like this for a while, since they found him in fact. He was in the Lifestream four days if he's been here only three. What's happened to him?" The nurse enters. She looks at them both. "You should get some rest. You haven't slept a wink since you got here. I know you're worried but these things take time. He'll be here in the morning." She leaves. "She is right; I haven't rested at

Chapter 5:  The Sum of All Choices Somewhere on Zoness a pilot is haggling on the price of service to his aircraft.  Fine tuning the agreement is still in progress however. "Come on, I know you can do better than that!"  Falco exclaims.  "I could've let the swindlers on Macbeth do it for that price!" "Then go back across the way and let them."  The repair expert replies.  "It's right over there." "Where's the Lombardi discount?"  The aviator pleads.  "You know me!" "Do I now?"  The technician chuckles.  "What's that got to do with anything?" "I come here for repairs all the time!  I'm worth a decent amount of business!" "Not at what yo

It was time to randomly select the game for the round.  Since it was three on one, Peach could choose.  After a second of deliberation, as though it meant anything, she hit the button.  She had a lot riding on this so she hoped it was a game she was good at.     The selector jumped from game to game stopping quite suddenly.  Crate and Peril.  It was decided and everyone was whisked off to the stage to prepare for the competition.     Not one of Peach's favorite games.  Having only played it twice before and from the other perspective both times she felt ill prepared.  However it was her turn next after this game and she could make her bid

Why is it that nice guys finish last? **** hits the fan it's thier ass rolling downhill piling up fast as all the bastards run past with a laugh easily at the price of your honesty and what it means when you take another for the team like you're the victim of some scheme leaving them in the lead though you're the same allegiance you're a tackling dummy working tirelessly standing in kudos dealt at the end to all but the best man treated like he's on the bench but he deserves all the attention without him what then? Let's pretend all wouldn't be lost yet still give him no props save it all for worthless fops and make him

There used to be a time life made sense.  Somewhere between learning to walk, learning to ride a bicycle and drive it turned into something complicated.  I wish I were back on my two-wheeler again. When you spend so much time left out you find that when you're included in good faith that something is wrong.  I spent more time wondering about the motives of my peers than interacting with them.  Considering many walk paths I detest now at this point in life not trusting them seems like an idea that it was worth following but it still looks like they have more fun than I do.  Suppose the grass is always greener on the other side... Power is ci

I was talking with someone last night whose opinion I value for the simplicity that he states them.  A matter-of-fact approach to everything is priceless but he said to me something I found rather strange out of someone who spends most of his time smiling genuinely (if a bit wickedly)to actually believe and live by. Hope is for the folks who are fooling themselves. He went on to say that hope only exists for the folks who know something bad is going to happen but need something to comfort them then likened it to people who know a ship is sinking but want to believe otherwise.  I countered that hope worked better for me and he told me he wou

The only times that two can best number one are when being first to do something is potentially fatal and that first person paves the way for the second not to die.  Any other time it is going to be a cop-out of some kind because first is first for the value of it except here.  The Second Deadly Sin is the meaning of the grand prize.  Gluttony, the sin of opulence to the point of squandering itself. Gluttony exists because a body requires sustenance and when fueling yourself too much is always preferred over too little as the next meal is not always guaranteed. In all truth, just like Lust is directed primarily at sex, Gluttony is the same