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Blurty for larkspur.
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| Saturday, August 16th, 2003 |
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His brother's letter had arrived earlier that day and had been devoured over breakfast with more eagerness than he'd shown for the omelette his Aunt Sarah had so considerately made for him. Rigel hadn't even waited for her to finish saying goodbye before he went tearing out across the road, sending up dust in his wake. It would be unfair to say that Rigel lived for his brother's letters for he was not alone in this bi-weekly exercise in anticipation. The whole town of Taffeton (no challenge for a backwater, one-inn smear on a map with a modest population) would rise briefly from its slumber to bask in the brief excitement Tobias Surcliffe's epistolary updates brought. - - - ...Who in the name of all that is holy is Rigel? Fecking steampunk bunny sparking off sidestories when the main fic hasn't even been written yet! |
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| Sunday, August 3rd, 2003 |
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In the cavity in your chest, there used to be something beautiful there. It used to be your heart. It used to be the dream of her. You never understood how other people could hold on to their dreams for so long, keeping them alive for years. A lone spark in dead, walking bodies. You wonder that maybe it had something to do with you, not her, that your insides were all too rotted away with bitterness for anything living to last long. She didn't make you bitter, you already were before you even met, before any idea of her even crossed your mind. But before her, you were- not happy but you didn't taste the sourness in your angry words until her. You were bitter and it was just fine with you. - You met, you fell in love; it was a story like any other. The world is full of too many broken love stories, and agonized poetry much too laughable to be catharsis. You wrote your own to her, tormented and overwrought bleedovers from your heart that you'd burn before you would let them see the light of day. --- Augh, lost the thread again due to that blasted Doublemint commercial. It was pretty funny though. *snerk* Don't even know what's happening though, supposed to be about love unrequited and the girl's issues with equating affection to power, and missing at least the knowledge that he loved her. In retrospect it's almost Juri/Shiori-esque if it weren't for the fact that I don't think Juri was bitter before she met Shiori, nor do I think Juri would ever write Angsty Poetry. Ah well, if I ever get the thread for this piece back maybe I can alter it for that. |
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| Tuesday, July 1st, 2003 |
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( the depth of shadows - a Matrix Reloaded drabble ) - ( dialectics ) |
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| Sunday, June 8th, 2003 |
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"I like them fragile." you told me, lifting your glass to your mouth hide the smile, but even as you tipped the glass, I could see the laughter in your eyes. And anticipation lurked in them too. How would I play off your little line? ------- Fuck, Alias is on, and on LOUD. Headache building. |
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| Wednesday, May 21st, 2003 |
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And there's a silence in my heart that I have no name for but yours. It's just. I feel like I'm always saying that I'm sorry. But I never hear it. It's just. When I say I'm sorry- I'm really not saying 'what do you want me to do?'. It's selfish, but sometimes I want to scream 'Do you think that I don't have any problems?!' or 'You say you want to be there for me. You are. But I want you to listen too.' |
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| Saturday, April 19th, 2003 |
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( notes ) ( entracte ) |
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| Thursday, March 27th, 2003 |
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Political Profile on the Confederacy of Argyros The Sekrit Online Journal of J. Noel Ataron, Plenipotentiary of the Confederacy of Argyros March 23 The Unnamed tells me that it's actually March 27, but my computer calendar tells me that the date is the 23rd. Which am I going to believe, my lovely, newly bought with the money of my starving masses, computer, or a guy that sounds like a character from a bad fantasy story? Sure showed him who's boss. He/she/it may sekritly own Really. In other news, have apparently finally made it on the UN Radar. According to the profile: UN Category: Corrupt Dictatorship Civil Rights: Below Average Economy: Weak Political Freedoms: Few *huffy* Poe-tay-toe, poh-tah-toh. As though it matters to me what a bunch of pacifist dogs think. Left a scathing message on the Pacific forum, go me! "I'm a corrupt dictatorship. We bow to nothing or no one except maybe to my party leader's delusions or megalomania. You can suck up or support a coup d'etat." Quite, quite fun! Oh no. Kino is calling. Apparently, time to deal with another one of those pesky pleni-whatsit duties. The Issue National marijuana consumption has hit an all-time high, with alarming results, a new poll has found. The Debate "My factory's productivity is down ten percent since marijuana was decriminalized," complains employer Pip Dredd. "And the number of thefts from the candy machine is off the scale. This so-called 'pot' needs to be banned in all public places. Let the junkies do what they want at home, but not in my workplace." "Whoa, dude, no need to get, like, you know," says Free Your Mind campaigner Al Winters, from his parents' basement. "This is, like, a personal choice issue, you know. It's like... whoa, just back off what I want to do with my own body. Don't let the fascists win, man. There are some hot new eckies coming in soon, they should be legal too." Soooo.... in a nation named with a Greek word located in the Pacific, I have a campaigner named AL WINTERS. Uh-huh. Where does my cabinet get these freaks? Looks like another one of those children that need to be put in their proper place. Smells like military duty! Notice how I evade the actual issue? I made a choice on which proposal to accept earlier, but the high-tech computer law-planning thingie system did not save it. Server error! - March 27, the REAL March 27 Note to self, must look into The Unnamed's actual gender. Suspect PMS. Got all huffy over my little date rebellion. Good carrots, man/woman/it! It's just a date! Prioritize much? < written in sekrit code based on the algorithmic procedures derived from ancient runic symbols and that language with all the clicking and hissing > Kino is insisting that we apply for the UN. As if! They're all kerfluffy over there right now. In my capacity as plenipotensilicitor, I must postpone any application right now and that it would be in Argyros' best interest to bury its head in the sand for a while. We will plod on and ignore the rest of the world. It could work. < / sekrit code > Will read through the rest of the UN profile later. It's Most Wanted on MTVAsia right now (so 'm in the Pacific. I'm party leader plenipotentate. Must have Perks. Cable is one of them.) I have to know if they've received my e-mail! Do you know how rarely they play Beyonce Knowles' "Work It Out"? Pacifist dogs! - Kino told me that a secret agent from a covert ops agency told him over craps last night that my assistant secretary sent him a text message that plenipotency is not the correct title for me. Oops. - Had him shot. No one has to know. *shifty look* - They still haven't accepted my choice! I am THIS close to dismissing the issue! Much later though. Naptime! |
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| Monday, March 17th, 2003 |
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This winter is different, too soft whereas in the homeland he has never stepped foot on, the jagged teeth of the season would scrape over your skin, sharp enough to cut to bone, but the cold freezes the blood within your veins so you can't bleed. The night is cool enough, he supposed, nothing to be compared to the icy wind on the mountaintop prison he'd spent the first ten years of his life on, but in a city of heat and water, it could loosely (very loosely) be called winter. The music and the noise of the crowd were muted on the balcony where he stood. He'd closed the glass doors apurpose, grateful for even the slightest drop in the volume that pressed on him like a second skin, the great pounding pulse ringing in his ears and bones. -------------------------- Huh. Supposed to be Ilya/Holmes (both original characters). Am having trouble with it. Also, too many run-on sentences. |
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Blurty for larkspur.
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confused.
working.
frustrated.
melancholy.
amused.