Thomas Crown

There will be, one day, in a small, rickety-rockety town,
a man named Thomas Crown.
Dear of heart will be he,
beautiful, brown, broken and free.
Into his life will come a vision oft not seen,
Of sweet curves, open and shut lips,
revolving heels and a rumor of easy access.
Word will be, you just got to press a button to get her going.

There was, on a day not long past,
with the same manner and cast,
a man who called himself an uncompleted half.
His baby didn’t mind him having a bit of fun,
but always knew where to draw that whispery line.
“Oh honey, can’t you come over tonight?”
Open, shut. Revolve, press a button.
Dial a tune, bad reception.
“I want to tell you something, I love-“.
Flicker, flicker, crackle crack.
A dead battery holds him back.

And then there is, a small lesson,
for all you aspiring vixens.
The easiest way to a man’s heart is
through his mobile.
Pick her up, hold her high, regard her
with just the right bit of envy,
Look into his eyes and tell him,
“I love your mobile, Thomas!”
Watch his eyes glisten, his breath draw closer,
his grip tighten on you.
Oh, and make sure you prepped yourself right.
Be prepared to show him your cute little button.

😉

Dark Princess

This goes out, with love, to the two women who broke my heart, and taught me to love. 🙂

Miss Beautiful, unreachable, suave and Me;
the broken hearts recipe.
Let it be said that when fate frowned a wee,
I did hold on and smiled afree.

But that was later,
for
knees turned to jelly,
voices to dust, and non-existant throat-sounds
for when she was near,
I listened, gave and loved her drunk.

Scarred? Hated women and their breed,
and all their conniving ruthless heartless souls

But then, sometimes, you listen and learn
from your dark princess,
lessons she gave, but you forgot
thus:
Moan, for you have doubts
Laugh, for you have misery,
and smile,
and keep smiling,

Then, my second,
that special type of woman
a girl who smiled and talked and wrote anew
a chapter in my life, the foolish I had thought
Lost.

When you learn the lesson that
it takes two to love
But one to keep loving,
two to kiss,
but just one to take a breath;

When you learn to part ways,
and still earn a loving

You remember not with hate,
but with true memory
and you salute your dark princess
and seek a new one.

Seven, v0.5.20040723

I’ve restructured Seven so that the document should be much nicer to read and also much easier to update. I’ve added a new chapter to the story, and polished off many of the earlier chapters. Read the Note before the story for more of what I have to say. The changes in this version are:

Friday, July 23, 2004, version 0.5.20040723

Summary: Major Changes. Recommend a re-read from Chapter One.

  • Added Chapter Five, Cast, Units, the Note and Changes.
  • Major formatting changes in this version, Seven is now a nicer, single document, easily converted to lots of different formats.
  • Standardized magicka.
  • Removed Interrupts and Sci-Fi tie-ins… for now.
  • Ashlands tie-in added everywhere.
  • Many typos and sentences fixed.
  • Note: The changes in earlier chapters haven’t yet been finished, the next few updates could also be ‘re-read’ ones. Sorry!
  • Note: About one half of this story has now been posted 😀

Two versions are available: Word DOC and PDF

I’m going away for a week for my industrial Visit to Chennai, Pondicherry, Bangalore, Mysore and lots of other places, so unless I can post from a cafe while I’m traveling, its goodbye till the first of August. Hope this serves as a nice going-away present, see ya!

OOP: One

This is the first in what I hope will be a series of articles on how object oriented programming methodology works. I debated whether to post this here or at Sig9, but since there’s a dearth of development posts here, I thought this would be the place.

[Read in RTF]