Methodically, I put on my clothes to the entrancing tunes of U2. Mechanically, I breathe according the the pranayama taught to me by my mother. Ritualistically, I recite in my mind the crescendos and forczendos that would be essential in this field of education, while gathering my spellbooks that are scattered around the floor, bringing to mind an old craggy recluse wizard in his tower, never bothering to put them in order.

The spellbooks of the bard.

Tugging the last lace of a well-worn shoe, I trudge off into the sun, to prove the worth of the last year's toil.

Too bad it's not with My Own Species

I have an affinity with dogs. It can be disturbing sometimes.

Hapas ftw!

Random person I'm meeting for the first time: Um... What are you?

Kanoyt: I am a confused soul searching for his body on a crowded shore. The ocean is polluted a sickening grey and in the distant horizon, there are battleships and oil derricks puking putrid gases into the air. It's gotten so bad that you can barely see ten metres in front of you. I'd find it someday , but right now I am just pleased to meet you.

Why Kanoyt Doesn't Take A-Maths

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Midnight Snack

I shamble to the fridge because my stomach overpowered the urge to sleep. Entering the kitchen, there is a pair of glowing disembodied eyes staring straight at me.

'Hey look, there's a pair of glowing disembodied eyes staring straight at me,' my good-as-drugged brain goes.

Then I realise there shouldn't be glowing eyes in my house, let alone without a visible torso, or at least a thorax/abdomen. The pulse skyrockets. I scramble to the light switch. Of course, the flouroscent bulb has to take 10 seconds to turn on, after flickering for a few no less. All the while I'm locked in a staring competition.

It's a cat. Black as the midnight sky. Eyes jade-green and luminous.

It bolts and squeezes through the gap in the window. I try follow but the magnificent creature's already melted into the twilight.

Of course it's a cat, what other organism seems to stare straight into your soul and burn the back of your skull when you make eye contact with it.

The light flickers again. It sorta stirs my mind, and I realise there's another answer to the rhetorical question.

Bright eyes,
Burning like fire...

It's Time to Grow up a Little

Little brother, there's only one thing I'd weep my heart over if I lost it,

And it is the future.

Mantra of the Everlasting Runner

I run not where my legs take me,
Instead I run where my heart takes me.

I come home not because of aches and pains in tired limbs.
Instead I come home because my bladder is full.

Why Kanoyt Has Not Been Posting

He tripped as he got out of bed. He fell on his head. Hard.

He got amnesia.

Wandering the dark streets, he is greeted by an old bearded man. The old bearded man tells him he can regain his memory by training in the arts of ninjitsu and bushido. He follows the old rattly man to the sewers of Manhattan, where he is trained by a talking rat.

Forgetting what he was doing, he wanders out of the sewer, and encounters another old bearded man who likes to wave his hand at people to make them do his bidding. This old bearded man takes him to the Dagobah system where he is trained in the arts of letting stuff flow through him by a green gnome with pointy ears and poor grammar.

He wakes up one morning, not in his tree-house, but in a normal bed. He goes to work and receives a phone call to meet a man. He goes to an old mansion and meets a bald black man who likes to wear sunglasses indoors. The man makes him swallow a funny red pill and he wakes up in a gooey pod. The man trains him in the arts of not trying to hit a person and instead hitting a person.

He jumps off a building and falls headfirst into the sidewalk. He makes a big crater. He gets his memory back and goes home to write about a talking rat, green gnome and squishy sidewalks.