Invisible

We walk the halls of your society.

We are invisible.

Your tales and your lore
ring loud off the walls.

It really is quite beautiful.

We'd eat with you,
but you wouldn't see us.
We'd talk with you,
but you'd stop your ears. (ctrl-Z. --Ed.)
We'd walk with you,
but our paths would diverge.

So we continue,
shadows in your culture.
the Noninitiate,
the crass, or profane--
spidering your walls,
occasionally whispering our secrets
    to those who might listen.

Someday you'll see:
your legends will hallow us.
Our steps in the sand
cast bronze for posterity.

For now, though, we'll crouch,
shadowed,
between flagons and ballads,
prodding and poking,
hoping for someone
to smile
to know that we're here.

Unknown

Living on the fringes, we become invisible.

Seeing, we see not--
what others miss, we catch,
what others catch, hits us in the face--
    or misses us--
    but sometimes crushes our souls.

It's why we don't play.
We'd rather watch.
It's more peaceful that way.

We don't even talk to each other,
except in awkward,
short,
snippets of English
or in movie quotes.
or in Pokemon noises.

Or in wordless sharing.

We love what we know,
but, unknown, feel unloved.

No one hears us scream.
We feel they shouldn't.
It would hurt.
us.
or them.
you decide.

--to the other of Us
  who will likely never read this

Once upon a time, time was fairly sick of being sat upon by once, so he ate a quart of egg salad.

Guess what!  My name is Kunkee, and my favorite thing to do is sneak up behind second graders and tie their shoelaces together!  This is becoming harder as of late, because it's now apparently super cool to not have shoelaces.  And I'm not talking Velcro either.  That was super cool when I was a second grader.  No, they just have these shoes with no laces, and for the life of me I can't figure out how they keep them on their feet.

Never fear, I have a backup plan.  I've started carrying my own shoelaces with me!  And silly string.  When the small children aren't looking, I sneak up behind them and dump half a can of silly string on their heads.  Then, when they're distracted with that, I lace up their shoes and tie them together.

I haven't tried it yet, but such an incredible plan is sure to be infallible.

Yesterday I got sued.  It was by the school district.  Really, what's their problem?  I mean, okay, maybe I shouldn't have ridden the principal's wheelchair off the slide, but come on!  He left it outside the handicap stall!  What was I supposed to do, just leave it there?  I also released his oxygen tanks into the atmosphere.  All this whining about filling the air with carbon dioxide, and yet they keep oxygen locked up in tanks?  I'm appalled at how green that principal isn't.

Other news in my life is that I have decided to become a member of the religion Pastafarianism, also known as the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster.  It's a real religion.  Look it up.

Well, I suppose I'd better stop blogging.  I have to get back to my belly dance lessons.  Look out world, Kunkee's navel force will soon be taking you over!  Muah ha ha ha!

Got a letter today.

Tally is up to two.

Swamped

It took an entire week of school for me to go clear from
"I have no idea what's coming..." anxiety
to
"Yeah! I can do this! Leeeeeeeeroooyyy Jenkins!"
all the way to
"Every minute of my time is required by school and it won't be enough! OMGoodness Pwnies Can't Help!!!"

Really?

(It doesn't help that I recently rent a magnificent girl's heart more deeply than I ever imagined possible, and certainly deeper than I know. Me. I did that. Yes, it sucks.)

The commandos knocked out the last of his men on the bridge while three took him and held him at gunpoint. Artemis strode onto the bridge, surveying his mens' work.

"Good work men. Jimmy, Rob, start overriding the ship's systems." The commander nodded towards one of the consoles and two of the soldiers starting opening panels and splicing wires.

This will turn out OK, the admiral thought, reeling in shock. All of the ships already have their orders; we can't possibly lose.

 "How long until their encryption is cracked?" The dark captain paced, watching the two men work.

"At most five minutes, sir!" Rob barked.

That's not right...the codemasters set it up themselves! How could--

Sure enough, three minutes later the fleet's last commands were scrolling past on the main screen.

"What the--" the captain exclaimed, biting it off as his mind began to race. The commands on the display were his alright, but they weren't what he thought he had sent. Where had he gone wrong? Which strategy was he using? It looked like he had split off a flank under one strategy, then given the rest of the fleet separate orders after the enemy's fleet had moved to parry the manoeuvre. Why hadn't he called them back? What had been going through is head? How had he forgotten them?

"Uhhhh... You, you... You can't do anything from here. Any transmission will alert my men to the takover here!" The admiral was spluttering, hoping to shake his captor's confidence.

"Oh, we don't need to tell anyone what has happened here. Those that know," he gestured towards the enemy flagship on the holographic display, "are confident in my ability to do what I say I will. They are also confident in their fleet's hidden strength. I simply want you to watch as your fleet is eaten alive."

The admiral watched in horror as the enemy armada skillfully matched and capitalized on every awkward move he himself had ordered. Thinking of the excellent men, the fine training, the friendships he had built among them, he groaned. "A straightforward death would be much simpler..."

"No, my friend." Artemis grinned, baring every shred of the malevolence he exuded. "You live."

Hugs

Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand?