the psychic report

[marmalade_jack]

Comments

[undinesprite]

Wait. I sense...something...a disturbance in the force...

Oh yes. It's sarcasm *g*

That's what I get for teasing you about not posting forever, isn't it?

[marmalade_jack]

There is no sarcasm here. There is an incrdible absence of sarcasm in fact. Indeed, a sarcasm-free zone one might call it. :)

[marmalade_jack]

But not half as clever as it could have been. :) Which is a bit like me in that respect.

[cosmogonic]

I sent you a note, mister- did you get it?

[auralis]

I added you to my friends list for the following:

- Crow Girls
- Charles De Lint
- Your writing style makes me dance
- I see faeries peeking out of these pages
- You smell like magick

Feel free to add me back if you wish.

Blessed be!

[undinesprite]

Actually, he smells of sunlight on a freshly laundered pillowcase, autumn leaves, and cinnamon honey =)

[auralis]

it's true. The giggling laughter of undines as they spring forth from morning glories ensconced in bubbles also comes to mind. But I love undines anyway ;) so I think everyone ought to have them somewhere in spirit.

[undinesprite]

This undine is sadly no glory of the morning although sometimes a mourning glory. Much more of a nightblooming sort. Of course, when I'm at marmalade_jack's, I'm quite the napping glory =)