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- Age: 27
- Birthday: November 9th, 1979
- Real Name: Jason
- Location: Vermont
- Job: Security Guard
- School
- Zodiac: Scorpio
Characters
- Milo Drown - Unbound Gangrel Nomad - Currently Active
- Maiko Aomori - Invictus Mekhet - Retired
- Benjamin Kliskey - Unbound Gangrel - Retired
Favorite Poems
The Cider's Gittin' Low
Unknown Artist
When the Farmer's stock of fodder
He has placed within the barn,
When he's gathered all the apples
And has placed them safe from harm,
When the butchering is over,
Then the farmer feels so-so;
But he's always sort of worried,
Fears the cider's gittin' low.
He sees the signs of Winter
In the breast-bone of the fowl;
And he fears a spell of weather,
For he's heard a tooting owl.
As he fills the yawning woodbox,
He remarks, "It's going to snow."
Then he says, "We must be keerful,
For the cider's gittin' low."
When the cold and snapping breezes
Bend the sere and leafless trees,
When a pile of feathery snowflakes
Is the most a farmer sees,
Then he comes in from the tavern,
And he whispers rather slow,
"Goin' to be a freezin' winter,
And the cider's gittin' low."
So throughout the Winter season
And a part-way through the Spring
The farmer feeds the cattle,
And doesn't say a thing;
But when he sees us drinking,
With his face expressing woe,
He remarks, while helping mother,
That "the cider's gittin' low."
After Apple Picking
by Robert Frost
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.
Likes
- Hard Cider
- Especially Cider Jack
- Roleplaying
- Requiem
- Forsaken
- Masquerade
- Suspire
- Larp
- Computers
- My Fiancé
- Snow
- Autumn
- The moon
- Music
- 3 Doors Down, AC/DC, Alice in Chains, Alison Krauss, Barenaked Ladies, Big & Rich, Billy Idol, The Birthday Massacre, Blue Man Group, Blues Traveller, Bob Seger, Bon Jovi, Bowling for Soup, Brad Paisley, Bush, Carrie Underwood, Clint Black, Coal Chamber, Coldplay, Collective Soul, Counting Crows, Creed, The Cure, Disturbed, The Eagles, Evanescence, Flogging Molly, Garbage, Garth Brooks, Hanson, Jimmy Buffet, John Michael Montgomery, Josh Turner, Kenny Chesney, Linkin Park, Loreena McKennitt, Meatloaf, Metallica, Nightwish, Nine Inch Nails, Nirvanna, No Doubt, Oasis, Paradise Lost, Pearl Jam, A Perfect Circle, Pink Floyd, Queen, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Regina Spektor, Richard Cheese & Lounge Against the Machine, Rufus Wainwright, Rusted Root, Sarah McLachlan, Tenacious D, Tool, Trace Adkins, U2, The Young Dubliners
- Dogs
- Cats
- Video Games
- Zelda: Twilight Princess
- Splinter Cell games
- Final Fantasy XII
Dislikes
- George W. Bush
- Disrespectful fuckheads
- Summer (Too damn hot!)