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[nikle]

"the clouds were orange islands against the ink-black sky; fires reflected there on the hung vapour, and sent huge columns of their own darkness into the air to meet them. the planes wheeled, like birds of carrion over the burning town. sometimes a searchlight would pick one out, and a few black puffs of smoke would darken the sky around the plane

Comments

[craigage]

hey i dont know you at all bu i stumbled across your journal and seen that no one had commented on this entry. I think that is unjust, it is a beautiful piece of writing like the last slice of birthday cake only with out the guilt. It deserves at least one comment, so here it is.

[nikle]

joanna's friend craig aye?

i'm ross clarks wee hanger on.

and thank you for the comment. your sentiment was exactly the reason i made the post. it's from iain banks 'the bridge'. wish i could say i wrote it myself but that would be lying now, wouldn't it?

[craigage]

Aye-i am joanna's wee friend-so you can imagine how short i am. I kent who you were, i just made it sounda vague so if you were all: FUCK OFF THIS IS MY LIVE JOURNAL YOU PUBIC CRAB, ARE YOU GETTING SOME KIND OIF PERVERTED THRILL RM COMMENTING ON MY JOURNAl?_HUH, HUH. HUH, Punk. I could just dismiss it easier.

I just seen jo's thing about you and she said you write cool so i thought joanna has good taste....and the rest is history(wow 12 and still uses cliches).

Ian Bankes, is that the dude wiht the books that are in black and white, well the covers? They always seem a bit...trippy.

[nikle]

yeah that's the guy. i would assume he was on some kind of hallucinogenic... perhaps that's slightly judgemental... maybe not.

jolly good books though