Meme

[sasja_sokolov]

Happy Thanksgiving to all you American readers of my LJ. :)

Ganked from kaltia
Post anything that you want here, and post it anonymously. A story, a secret, a confession, an opinion on me, a fear, a love... anything. Make sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post as many times as you'd like. Then, put this in your LJ to see what others have to say.

Comments

[anonymous]

I think you're a wonderful person. Always have something humorous and insightful to say. Your love for Geddy Lee blinds me with happiness. Also, I forgot that places outside of America don't celebrate thanksgiving. I'm smart like that. You can probably figure out who this is by my awesomeness. haha. darnit.

[sasja_sokolov]

Yes, I think I have... your awesomeness is just so powerful. ;P

Thanks!

[anonymous]

Hey! You're a really nice person from what I've gathered in the....five months I've known you. :) *hugs*

I...dunno what else to say, really. So... *comment post!*

[sasja_sokolov]

Thanks! *has feeling she knows who you are, but will not disclose information* ;)

[anonymous]

Yeah you probably do. :p I tried to keep it as anonymous in typing style as possible but nyeah.

[sasja_sokolov]

Tricia?

something very short

[anonymous]

'Another day, another x in the calendar,' I muse as I reach for the pen to do the mark into the calendar (New York-themed this year). Orion the cat meows on the floor, waiting for his breakfast, covering the bottom part of my legs with loose hair from his fur

Re: something very short

[sasja_sokolov]

That was good. Really, really good.

[anonymous]

I pass a woman carrying a babe. He is silent, the child. Not bawling and robust like the master's son, not demanding and indulged in like the master's son, but silent like a grave.

Give us food, the servant girl pleads with her eyes. Look at how hungry he is, he has no energy to cry.The servant girl pleads with her ragged clothes, with her bare feet and blistered hands. She pleads with her Enchained neck and bruised cheeks.

Who's child is this? I ask.

He is the master's son.

[anonymous]

The man-child has white eyes, but he sees with unusual clairvoyance.

My mother is dead, he says. The master's son raped and tortured her until she shrieked so loud her soul burst out and away from her body.

Will you avenge her death, I ask.

The man-child is cold and silent, like a grave, yet he speaks with unusual passion:
The death is avenged.

The death is avenged by a thousand years of bloodshed.
The death is avenged by a thousand years of injustice.
The death is avenged by a thousand years of slaves and chains and misery.

More deaths have been avenged than the dead.

Who are you? I ask.

I am the master's son.

[sasja_sokolov]

Good. Eerie. I like.

[anonymous]

'_'

thank you...

wwhooooooop! i bet you can't guess who I am!!!!

[sasja_sokolov]

I'm going to venture either Ladyxenax or Maldeluxx?