LJ is 21, old enough to order cocktails, and while my account would still be in high school it feels like I was here in early days. I remember going to an LJ event in San Francisco in 2007. I used to have a T-shirt from that event. I remember LJ acting as the message boards where the mutant community communicated in our first GURPS Supers campaign ( Read more... )

My existence is a precarious light
Flickering in a persistent night
Always seeking seeking that nitrous burn
But afraid of the touch
Afraid of return
To what I have always been
A timid shadow
Again and again

She wants something, what we all want, to be a part of a whole... not alone. So jealously she guards and how stridently she tries. If only she could relax and let it all grow in its own time. Because it is, and it will... if left alone.

The count down has begun; one week until I fly off to my first Worldcon in NINE years!
Sooooooo EXCITED!!!

Is this the new gravesite ( Read more... )

The quizmaster is so adorable after hours... we must all follow our own destinies...

People live.
People die.
Countless perfections gone
In the blink of an eye.
You cannot
Save them.
Mortality will be.
What you can do
Is keep them,
Memory
Is
Immortality.

In the tumbled crumble
Of the ruined plan
Can you excavate
The intention
Of my brilliant scam?
I am nothing
I dis-play
I am all in the space
Between
The witty repartee
And the place
The sacred space,
Where one breathes
Between lines
And prays to the gods,
That what we want
Is reality,
And we are
The favored odds.

He knows my places
My obscure spaces
Where I hide my words,
And yet
I need
To tell you.
I have thought of you
Now and then
For a while.
I had hoped
On this night
Gambling four to one
The stars would align
And guide us
Into proximity.
Magnetism
Gravity
Nature
Would do the rest.
Sadly
This
Is why
I shouldn't gamble.

It is a beautiful night, a gently caressing damp, a hint of a chill, the slightest breeze tickling the crisped and fallen leaves into motion. The perfect night for breaking into a cemetery. Ah, how I miss those heady days of youth.