Fallen like a house of cards.

You have served your purpose, 7TH.

I won't miss you.

Your result for What Your Taste in Art Says About You Test...
Traditional,  Vibrant, and Tasteful

21 Islamic,  11 Impressionist,  11 Ukiyo-e,  -15 Cubist,  -20 Abstract and  7 Renaissance!


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A pain has developed in my side. I must hurry, or the race will finish without me.

I must finish.

I saw 100 Stories to the finish. Maybe that was the message? How in the end there is a partition of worlds between the Red and the Scribe? In that case, I understand.

Or is it a parting gift? A new color, if you like. A painful brand of Red that I lacked, somehow. And the only way to give it is to stain the heart with it? In that case, thank you. It ( Read more... )

This is hilarious. I am going to do 25% of my project in this form:

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A man drives in from the road and parks at a Shell station. He starts using his phone. Why does he think it's a good idea to come to a petrol deposit and use his cellular? His ans: because it's too dangerous to use on the road.

Now, let's just think about that for a second. 

Flowers from the Jasmine, on the river flow,
To sea, accompanied by candlelight,
Sitting timid brave in waxed paper boats.
-Futile Gestures, Jade Flute 

This year is going to be AWESOME.

With any luck, I get to do Christian Anderson for Augustans&Romantics, Tolkien for Moderns. And maybe, maybe , I will strike a crockpot (again!) and do Savior (my own work! Again! ( D ) for Modern/Post-colonial!

Squee!
( D

The fact that I am so high right now owes to Tolkien's Roverandom and Farmer Giles of Ham, ( Read more... )

~How badly do you wish to kill?
Enough to turn to stone, to steel. I will, anything.
~Wish it, and you will turn these dough-flesh hands into swords of stone, your feet into spears. Your body will be a city of bronze housed in iron, the inner city a burning elixir.
Is that all the power you can give?
~How many hands do you have?
Two and two.
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Preparing to bunker down. New school year means war all over again. Crawling through barbwire trenches, mazes of footnotes and references. Rescuing scrolls and codices from the savage Librarians, who with their scales exact from us each a pound of flesh ( Read more... )