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Officially Changing Blogs
I'm sure any of you still following this blog of mine are wondering where in the name of the seven hells I've been keeping myself. Answer! Over on Blogger. I still love Livejournal and read my Friends Page approximately 1200 times a day, but I'd rather have my bloggy stuff be more easily personalized ( Read more... ) -
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We, Soldiers of a different sort,
We, wasters of ink and page,
We, warriors of words,
Masters of melancholy,
Harlots of the pen,
We bleed these volumes,
and expect only absolution -
LOST
Amazing ending. Didn't see the sideways flashbacks for what they were - but they were so so so good. Incredibly well-handled. Focus on the characters to the last scene.
Just amazing. The writers and actors have my eternal adoration. -
A Hunter's Fire VI
He remembered the look on Nicholas’ face when he had handed the sheet music from the piano back to James. It was a look that understood. He knew what it was like to be the suffering artist - ever forced to create, never being able to just let an aching thought lie, instead having to express everything through song and sound ( Read more... ) -
A Hunter's Fire V
“What are you doing in here all alone, babe ( Read more... ) -
A Hunter's Fire IV
Fisher stuck his head through the doorway. His hair stuck up in a crazy fashion, patterned in red and blue streaks. James wondered when it was that Fisher had last looked like a normal human being. As he turned his head to look at James, he could see that he also had a new earring - it looked like a multi-hued marble dangling from his earlobe ( Read more... ) -
A Hunter's Fire III
It wasn’t sunny - it was pouring, in fact. James was unprepared in his shirtsleeves and his Birkenstocks. He lugged the keyboard box out of the cargo bay of the plane and tried not to bump it on anything on his way down the stairs ( Read more... )
