hyperdream

Aug 02, 2002 07:22


Sugar stalks into the kitchen; I don't even know who these people are. The kitchen is dressed in old laces, castle windows and about a thousand broken timepieces. The girl knows to stare at the clocks and the candles hanging from the ceiling; she knows not to stare at the stairway which Eddie might descend. He might walk in, clunk in, heavy ( Read more... )

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montagerie August 2 2002, 11:41:40 UTC
a dripping, savory moment. thank you. may we be friends?

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mantua August 2 2002, 14:49:18 UTC
It's the sort of storybook tale I wish I had when I was a child.

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artyesfoodno August 6 2002, 05:22:44 UTC
well when you have a child, you can read them my book of fairytales. i finish it when it becomes my premiere priority.

i mean furiously to visit your journal but i scarcely read any..
my laptop is broken & there's no time, there's never any time, the clocks are not broken but gone.

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