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And of course I've managed to deconstruct all my positive feelings... fail
I dreamt you were with me last night. No choirs sang, no heavenly perfume favoured the air, there was no light shining like the grace of God. Just us, with some friends, at home after wandering the halls of a museum. We all lay about, tired and pleased by our inquiring minds. Then someone called on me to play host, as seems to be my role of late, ( Read more... ) -
musical buses, trains and feet
Had an inspiration explosion on all my various forms of public transport home today so I thought I'd share the playlist I listened to exclusively for roughly 5 hours. I know, I have a talent for repetition.
Drops of Jupiter (Tell Me) - Train
Pretty Down to Your Bones - The Hush Sound
Voodoo Child - Rogue Traders
Alexander the Burn Victim - Scarling
Body ( Read more... ) -
Oh look at me being all productive and that... and who needs editing, anyway?
I wrote this in response to dearjohnnyred's post over here. She wrote about someone in a negative way and it made me go "Eek! Bad juju!" so I wrote something about someone I love. I have to point out, I think her piece is awesome. I just felt the need to balance things, after reading it. And I have a headache and have to get up in five and a half hours so I can ( Read more... ) -
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I hate you, K.
I hate the way you come around for long involved conversations with my mum about tree trimming and where your next holiday will be (you're never here - some people have too much money). I hate the way you laugh and ask us to water your plants, collect your mail, be residents for you. I hate this sense of entitlement, this lack of ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Fresh Flowers or Crunchy Leaves?
Winter. Winter, winter, always winter.
Anyone who's seen even a square inch of my skin knows that I was not built for regular sunshine, let alone the hole-in-the-ozone-layer Hai Melanoma! Australia's National Cancer is Skin Cancer bastard sunshine we have here.
I blame this on my father's side of the family - Irish and Scottish. Exclusively.
But if I ( Read more... ) -
Vat Eke Tilt (and other things)
This morning I cursed my inability to communicate
(pause for collective gasp from people who don't know me)
and this afternoon, I rolled my eyes at my loquacious
voracious
s p a c i o u s
mouth.
Inside, I can hear music and it's always stuck conveniently at
the chorus I like.
And I feel ashamed that I give in to giggling and chatter,
though contribution is ( Read more... ) -
proof that I'm not entirely unproductive
Well, sort of. Have a link to some (steady now) fanfic I've been editing and have finally posted. Since fanfic seems to be generally encouraged by this course and by, like, every activity in the textbook, I don't feel the slightest bit of shame posting this. Well, not academically. Well, maybe a little, on account of it just being wobbly fanfic, ( Read more... ) -
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Colour Me Happy
Colour Me Happy, pink and green.
Like a watermelon on steroids, in an ages 0 and up picture book.
Bright happy shampoo and conditioner for a young, shiny person.
Even the bottles have a curving echo shape,
Young hips and stomachs undulating to a generic, iPod beat.
And somehow it stands next to two tall, white, clinical vats
Of product ( Read more... )