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February 24, 2006: Untitled
The room stank. A smell of dried mold, decaying milk and bodies filled her nostrils, making her gag. She held her sleeve to her face, tightly, to keep any wayward moisture from leaking out. This place stunk.
This was her new home?
Temporary, at least. Till the sands changed. Then she would be off, like the wind which moved it.
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date unknown: Revised: Feb.2, 2006: Words
Damn, damn, damn him. Damn that soft-hearted bastard! He had no idea what he was doing to her. What he was still doing to her, at this very moment, even if he wasn’t here. She was falling in love with him.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
Damn!
After a swift kick to the rotten sideboards of her safe-abode, Elphaba, Fae, squatted down to the smooth, hardwood ( Read more... ) -
December 13, 2005: Random poems written in the library
What to write?
What to write?
Something creative?
Something different?
Something that'll expand my mind
Beyond the borders of reality.
(0.1)
Went for a walk
Down the flowering streets
to a dog kennel.
(0.2 ver.01. 5-7-5)
Went for a walk
Down the flowering streets
to see the blooms.
(0.2 ver.02. 5-7-5)
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December 9, 2005: Battle of Camlann
Horses gather or more to the point, humans on horses gather. Of course horses would never waste time and energy to kill one another.
Granted they are grazers, which implies certain placidity. It would be different with say a wolf, or a bear, or a hawk. They understand that life is nothing short breathing and not getting killed. It is an endless ( Read more... ) -
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November 6, 2005: Don't wish, don't start. Wishing only wounds the heart"
She knew he didn’t love her. He didn’t, couldn’t. There was someone else with long golden tresses and a spit-fire personality to match. She knew he could never love her as he did that golden flame. Like her perhaps but not love. Not love. Not for her.
He wasn’t really with his golden blaze. That one seemed indifferent to him yet the fire seemed ( Read more... ) -
'So here we go'
Testing...testing...1, 2, 3.
Anything but that.