Poet's diary
June 25th, 2016, in the year of our lord.
There's a sudden -- strange -- new sensation. As if -- someone who was once trying to kill me, actually ended up being me the whole time. How unlikely -- and the way I now -- feel -- these new emotions and ways of thinking. But one thing feels only stronger -- yes -- the love that I feel for yeti. Often have I described her beauty as -- objective, even -- other-worldly. No, that's exactly what it is. I don't know what she is, but with that much grace and valor she can't be of this world. And I must have her. Suddenly I am so much more confident. I feel that I could make any woman mine. This has awoken in me a newfound urge that I can only express in poem.
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
Sea Fever, John Masefield. But it doesn't stop there. Even a -- masterpiece of a woman like yeti cannot sate me. I must have every strange new user, as they are all so new to me. "Attention, players of this mafia game. Currently my cult is 20 fold, and nearly half the number in the game. Now I've seen some of you speak out as if we're the enemy. We are not your enemy. Someone is -- killing villagers. You may not win if the game is called soon. Yes, why be so -- DAMN obstinate? There are forces right outside the compound trying break in and we must all defend it together. If you insist on fighting alone, then what kind of -- family unit are we?"
June 25th, 2016, in the year of our lord.
There's a sudden -- strange -- new sensation. As if -- someone who was once trying to kill me, actually ended up being me the whole time. How unlikely -- and the way I now -- feel -- these new emotions and ways of thinking. But one thing feels only stronger -- yes -- the love that I feel for yeti. Often have I described her beauty as -- objective, even -- other-worldly. No, that's exactly what it is. I don't know what she is, but with that much grace and valor she can't be of this world. And I must have her. Suddenly I am so much more confident. I feel that I could make any woman mine. This has awoken in me a newfound urge that I can only express in poem.
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
Sea Fever, John Masefield. But it doesn't stop there. Even a -- masterpiece of a woman like yeti cannot sate me. I must have every strange new user, as they are all so new to me. "Attention, players of this mafia game. Currently my cult is 20 fold, and nearly half the number in the game. Now I've seen some of you speak out as if we're the enemy. We are not your enemy. Someone is -- killing villagers. You may not win if the game is called soon. Yes, why be so -- DAMN obstinate? There are forces right outside the compound trying break in and we must all defend it together. If you insist on fighting alone, then what kind of -- family unit are we?"
