"Once more into the fray. Into the last good fight I'll ever know. Live and die on this day. Live and die on this day."

Introduction To My Story Have you ever heard a planet sing? It is said that in the dying days of Earth, its song radiated around the system, carrying with it the empty screams of #life. Its chorus resounded through the vacuum of space, unheard, yet unwearied in its resolve. In its song, was detailed a history of a world that bore the scars of respite, corruption and above all, the lost lives of a millennia. I’ve witnessed first-hand the destruction that follows greed and the incapacity to share what cannot be claimed for one’s own. Maybe it is fate that I should remember the song that long passed the ears of the living. Had we known then what we know now, I don’t believe anything would have changed. Nothing can change the nature of #life, and with it, the school of emotions that ravage our hearts and drive us inwards. Nothing can change the strength of the waters that flow beneath our feet as we march onwards. Have you ever heard a planet sing? There was once #life here, close your eyes and listen for a moment, can you feel its rhythm?

I Wrote A #poem Years Ago, It Annoys Me That This Is All I Can Remember From It Our innocence stands, and smiles with contempt. 'Hold fast!' the herald cries, 'For we must fear her' Sweet jasmine scents the air, and the moonlight breathes and pours, it's creation of night once more.

Sci Fi is the ponderland of dreamers and those who dare to challenge the conventional.

Overbearing Pride, The Practice Of Now as far as my understanding goes, we’re all made of the same essential bits and bobs, so by default no-one should be better than anyone purely on status or reputation, right? NO. WrongwrongWRONGWRONG. So take your self righteous stick of ignorance and bash it over your head until you’ve finished reading what I’m about to educate you with or until little fuzzy lines begin to block your vision. Twit. Thanks to the digital age, you can now become a self titled ‘Whatever the fuck you like’ just by simply adding [Whatever the fuck you like] after your name. Kate Smith? NO. KATE SMITH - MODEL - Average looking girl with experience in helping friends with failing photography projects and proud owner of a camera of some sort, maybe. Now this isn’t the problem as far as I’m bothered to throw my worthy 2 pence. What does bother me is the inevitable arrogance and sense of self worth that usually follows this bullshit barrage. Going back to my younger years, I’m solid on the fact that it was important to create a few fantasies in my #life. Slaying a dragon here and there, building ‘forts’ in trees and even pretending that Pokemon were real (Admittedly an idea which has failed to escape me since). However, this wouldn’t then equip me with the badge of ‘OhyesIfuckingcan’ and allow me to strut around asking for money to reward my heroic endeavours, or prodding my dad with a stick until he breaks down and weeps, thus handing the title ‘Man of House’ onto my worthy premature shoulders. My point is this, pretend you’re a model or a photographer, a producer, rockstar, pornstar or in my case, a writer. It’s fun, we love to do it. Just don’t use it as a means to propel your ego and act like you’ve earned it, you haven’t. Ramblings to be cut short, I think I hear my Pokedex ringing