No chord of music has yet been found
To even equal that sweet sound
Which to my mind all else surpasses
The clink of ice in crystal glassesThat, currently, is my favourite poem. I know it lacks depth, but it's elegant enough and certainly holds true to my heart ( Read more... )

わたしは憎み、かつ愛す。
どうしてそんなことができるのか、
君はたぶん聞くつもりだろう。
わたしにもわからない。
ただそういう気持ちになるのを感じ、苦しむのだ。

Take a look a your LJ friends list, then list up to ten things you want to say to ten different LJ friends... DO NOT state who these people are. DO NOT confirm nor deny any "comment speculation". Then tag five people ( Read more... )

I thought I would feel better now that all has been said and done. Truth be told, I'm just...

finished.

Gisho.

Turning gold into base metal since 1971.

I've been thinking of busting it out with some fucking rad ass Sigue Sigue Sputnik hair just about every day for the last five years. How many million times better would my life be with hair like that?


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And to all this, I say...

Fffffffffffffpppt.

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In retrospect, apparently one can indeed have too much of a good thing. I may have lost 2500 yen, the bet, and my brother-in-law's respect, but now we all know exactly how much cheesecake is too much cheesecake.

On Truth (and affairs of the heart, a subject best posted yesterday)

There is this myth. I'd like to talk about it. The myth of which I speak is that of Telling the Truth Slowly Over Time. Now, this myth does have its proponents. They believe that cold hard truth can, if rationed out slowly over time, like, say, cod liver oil, be made more ( Read more... )