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II
Everything we write
will be used against us
or against those we love.
These are the terms,
take them or leave them.
Poetry never stood a chance
of standing outside history.
One line typed twenty years ago
can be blazed on a wall in spraypaint
to glorify art as detachment
or torture of those we
did not love but also
did not want to kill
(Adrienne Rich, from ( Read more... ) -
sweet black magic comin' down the line
I signed up for NaNoWriMo because I am a masochist.
Novel in question has been completely plotted out for two months, but I've been too caught up in the other one to do more than collect notes and random quotes and relevant pictures.
Is anyone else on my flist doing it?
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Its Rider Was Named Death
Its Rider Was Named Death
Let me tell you something: the truth is actually rather disappointing. The world is always in the process of ending, you see. You could say it’s been doing nothing but ending since the moment it was born. All anyone can do is help it along a little.
i. conquest
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Writer's Block: How competitive are you?
I am so competitive that I'm actually too embarrassed to answer the question.
Note: If you ever get the opportunity to play Uno with me, pass. Just pass.
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c/s drabble
He has always known the under-voices, the sub-voices, emerging from the drop beneath a precipice, an edge against which all living things are situated. It must be the high concentration of psychics that scuttle and limp and march trip-hammer time down its halls, uttering words and nonwords, their minds unable to be contained by skin and bone. It’s ( Read more... ) -
how long shall thy vain thoughts lodge within thee?
My journal really does read like a log of all my failures in time management.
Things I meant to do today:
1. Finish crow painting for
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meme replies
Posting these here, because I love run-on sentences, and they don't fit into a comment box.
( for voksen; prompt: uh, cocks? I guess? (WK, C/S/N, NC17) ) -
Fact. Bears eat beets. Bears. Beets. Battlestar Galactica.
A wild meme appears!
1. Leave a comment with characters and a prompt
2. Get a drabbleish thing
3. Repost the meme in your own LJ
But, oh god, you must give me time. I cannot promise anything quickly.
