And lo there arose in the West at the going down of the Sun

May 23, 2003 11:37

A black and shattered star.
Terrible, Immaculate, Fallen Joy;
Misery's radiant herald.

Wasichu )

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kill May 23 2003, 10:17:31 UTC
i like the way you put things.

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Re: crucible May 23 2003, 10:33:14 UTC
Thankee, Miss Kill; That is very much reciprocated.

Although the things I write may sometimes seem overly symbolic and be expressed in terms of radical juxstaposition, I simply try and describe life in terms of how I sincerely experience it.

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andrasta May 23 2003, 21:45:18 UTC
In other related news, myself and God are currenty locked in the tightest of embraces, happily cutting each other's throats with Pachuco-greaser switch-blades.

"And what rough beast, it's hour come round at last, slouches t'wards Bethlehem to be born?"

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crucible May 26 2003, 08:58:35 UTC
*Smiles like Cain*

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stop and smell the lilacs languidpyre May 23 2003, 22:46:51 UTC
OOOOOOOOOOH! Lilacs are delightful and they are always open for my birthday! A smell that can slap you in the face with a thousand memories!

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Re: stop and smell the lilacs crucible May 26 2003, 08:59:28 UTC
They truly are one of my favourite things, for that very reason. It's probably physiological, but smell is one of the strongest triggers of memory for me.

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