i believe i am getting a cold.
[this is asinine.]
Friday, September 4, 2009
the Dream Eater
There has been a dream eater at the foot of my bed ever since I got back. I thought he would have left after we moved, but he's still here; I can't see his face, but I feel his eyes on me, watching, always watching. He's well fed, and when I get up he slinks into the closet, but someone tells me he's getting too large for it. I don't even know who; he's eating away at sleep and mind, and thought comes sluggishly, reluctantly. Nothing is to be sensible when he feeds, and he is feeding.
He is always feeding. I don't know the last time I got more than an hour of sleep. Before I returned. Before this. Before, before, before.
He is always feeding. I don't know the last time I got more than an hour of sleep. Before I returned. Before this. Before, before, before.
Friday, August 21, 2009
a game of thrones casting
So, announcements for the HBO cast...
The person for Theon is god fucking hideous. I imagined Theon being quite comely... but... cripes.
HEY EMMA read that book already goddamn!
The person for Theon is god fucking hideous. I imagined Theon being quite comely... but... cripes.
HEY EMMA read that book already goddamn!
Monday, July 13, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
What have I been doing?
Well I've been writing a tonne, story stuff you know. Hm, and.. that's the main thing, really! Are and myself may be going to ~*~France~*~ or ~*~Germany~*~ or something for a week. Depends how much money we have. Hmmm. Yeah, also splurging money on military shit in Camden.
But really, I'm spending a lot of time writing for our story. Nothing great, but a lot more than I was before (~6 pages in three months? And now I have, what, ~25? In one?).
HM HM WHEN WILL A DANCE WITH DRAGONS COME OUT? NEVER? A...awww. Though if he chooses Melisandre's P.O.V. over Loras', I WON'T CARE I hate her.
But really, I'm spending a lot of time writing for our story. Nothing great, but a lot more than I was before (~6 pages in three months? And now I have, what, ~25? In one?).
HM HM WHEN WILL A DANCE WITH DRAGONS COME OUT? NEVER? A...awww. Though if he chooses Melisandre's P.O.V. over Loras', I WON'T CARE I hate her.
Monday, June 1, 2009
our nightmares us do not make in time a thought which of syntax persists not
titular subjects in dreary evenings on a quiet moor.
What does the gillyflower signify to the small lark upon the fence which divides our fields? Does it mean anything when night falls? Or does it whither and die as the crickets come to life? How melancholic!
We are prone to such thoughts in the cold of a cave filled with echoes. How long do you insist on continuing this?
Questions
Questions
questions?
Prerogative of my inner thoughts. What does it--
No more questions. We are through for now, or at least until it is deemed appropriate. For now it is word and law which conquers the night. Of all the gloomy things, night seems to persist in its standard of eerie, however I find it calming and sensible. Italics in unnecessary places bring forth emphasis where none is needed.
CANTABILE
0000919 0621
Cantabile will recede until a proper thought occurs to iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihim.
sssssssssllllllliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide you can't believe if it's been a while been a long time but hey doc, what do you know now? we know there's no more time left whehehehen it's been a long been a long been a long long whiiiiiiiiiiiiile
When we speak of summer it is in hushed tones.
Don't let them hear you, they whispered through the walls.
No one ever listens to the voices in the walls, for they mislead just as they guide. It is best to hear but not follow when they speak, yet the house could just as easily kill you if you disregard them completely.
"Sometimes our arms bend back," struck us because the Evermore once whispered the very same.
What does the gillyflower signify to the small lark upon the fence which divides our fields? Does it mean anything when night falls? Or does it whither and die as the crickets come to life? How melancholic!
We are prone to such thoughts in the cold of a cave filled with echoes. How long do you insist on continuing this?
Questions
Questions
questions?
Prerogative of my inner thoughts. What does it--
No more questions. We are through for now, or at least until it is deemed appropriate. For now it is word and law which conquers the night. Of all the gloomy things, night seems to persist in its standard of eerie, however I find it calming and sensible. Italics in unnecessary places bring forth emphasis where none is needed.
CANTABILE
0000919 0621
Cantabile will recede until a proper thought occurs to iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihim.
sssssssssllllllliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide you can't believe if it's been a while been a long time but hey doc, what do you know now? we know there's no more time left whehehehen it's been a long been a long been a long long whiiiiiiiiiiiiile
When we speak of summer it is in hushed tones.
Don't let them hear you, they whispered through the walls.
No one ever listens to the voices in the walls, for they mislead just as they guide. It is best to hear but not follow when they speak, yet the house could just as easily kill you if you disregard them completely.
"Sometimes our arms bend back," struck us because the Evermore once whispered the very same.
ahhh that really helped me unwind, thanks Emma. :[
Also, poetry.. poetry.. vignettes...
"o hay look at me i'm a feminine dylan cintOH FUCK MY PHONE IT'S IN THE ROAD AND THERE'S A BUS COMING OMIGAWDOMIGAWD!"
"DON'T WORRY, I'LL SACRIFICE MY FOOT FOR YOUR PHONE MAN."
okay no, I'll work on something later. This is just so I don't forget/
Also, poetry.. poetry.. vignettes...
"o hay look at me i'm a feminine dylan cintOH FUCK MY PHONE IT'S IN THE ROAD AND THERE'S A BUS COMING OMIGAWDOMIGAWD!"
"DON'T WORRY, I'LL SACRIFICE MY FOOT FOR YOUR PHONE MAN."
okay no, I'll work on something later. This is just so I don't forget/
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