On the surface, simplicity, but the darkest pit in me is pagan poetry.

[fionafied]

My new dwelling speaks to me in moods. I sit in the middle of the floor in the living room and each corner cries to me like pagan poetry. Pressing my ear to the floor, I hear it speaking. It says 'welcome home'. Home. A residence, an entity within itself. My personal batcave where I concoct my mad experiments like a pre-historic heathen. Walking

Comments

[coxon_graham]

Wonderful entry, luv.

[fionafied]

Thank you, Gray.

[damonalbarn_]

You always write so exquisitly. I enjoy your entries. Where did you put the chair you stole from me?

[fionafied]

That chair, actually, is tucked safely away in storage with whatever large possessions I bought to England.

I like to write beautiful words that inspire and repulse, Damon.

[a_james]

I have no furniture save for an overstuffed chair in front of the french doors that lead to my terrace.

I was wondering where Damon's chair disappeared to.

[damonalbarn_]

The one that she's been sexing instead of people. She has created a whole new form of sexuality.

[a_james]

That's our Fiona.

[orlando_bloomed]

Furniture is a must, and of course proper placement is essential. Much luck on your decorating endeavours luv.

[fionafied]

Improper placement of decorative items usually leads to an overabundance of bad karma. I've had my fill of that. And thank you, I'll need it.

[kira_s_belly]

Good luck with the furniture, girl !!! I left that task to Antonio, who was my boyfriend when I moved to Miami, he and this gay decorator made wonders with the house, all white and wood, I like it but I'm getting tired of it but have no intentions of venturing like that so far!!!*laughs*

All in all, a great entry, your writing is exquisite !!!