yet another peice of happenstance for all to see

[crimsonoke]

"When he thought of her (whend didnt he?) his mouth was dry and his palms were wet; he sighed; he shook. She was in his mind's eye now, like a fugitive from some more perfect place. Her skin was flawless and always cool, always pale; her body was long, like her hair, like her fingers, like her laughter; and her eyes, oh her eyes, had every season

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[crimsonoke]

since about midyear last year. some other friends of mine told me to try them. i kinda had to "try to like them" so i call it an aquired taste. I especially dig slow-singing songs