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[Mar. 24th, 2012|08:00 am] |
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“I knew I saw you before. When Clyde killed himself and I lost our baby, I dreamt a procession of dead men — each one making love to me, siring his successor — and in the background, an orchestra was playing Bach backwards. You conducted it. In the most splendid doublet of blood and silver. What brought you here, dream-killer?”( Read more... ) |
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| γ. taking the piss. |
[Jan. 18th, 2012|11:44 pm] |
i dreamed a dream in times gone by when hope was high and life worth living. i dreamed that love would never die, i dreamed that god would be forgiving. then i was young and unafraid, and dreams were made and used and wasted.
mister thales, i want a drink. |
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| β. this old man. |
[Nov. 6th, 2011|03:26 pm] |
so all cards on the table, lads and lassies: what did you do for halloween? surely there's stories to tell. samhain, all hallow's eve: a time for play and frolic and our community's all-around holiday if ever there was one. razorblades in apples optional.
[He's still reverberating from Halloween, the chilling effects of whatever-it-is that Jocelyn did to him: everything is richer, more colourful, more tangible. Something is Different now, and he can't quite put his crooked finger on what it is, exactly.]
me, it was my first-ever halloween celebrated as someone gainfully employed. i'm a changed man. [Which would merit a sideways grin in Fritz's direction. Gainful, indeed.] |
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| α. rain rain. |
[Sep. 26th, 2011|10:26 pm] |
[Alexander -- the Corinthian -- is happy as a pig in shit. Drenched white hair plastered to his skull, water trickling down his sunglasses and making it impossible to see (if he relied on retinas and rods and cones, that is), splashing into the puddles with all the joy and alacrity of a child in wellingtons.]
if anyone needs me, i'll be outside with a key tied to a length of string and a kite. cor, i haven't seen anything like this in -- well, in years! [Several decades, really -- it was a hurricane in America back in the '70s -- but admitting to that sort of longevity isn't in his best interests right now.] i come back to london and the terrifying storms come out to greet me, right? i see how it is, london. i see how it is.
[It's sensory stimulation, it's being beaten down by the wrathful elements, it's all the hectic flurry of sensation that he came to this world for. God, he loves it.] |
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