逢いたかった

Jan 12, 2006 04:45

Mechanical mess.

Twitching arm outstretched and sparking, mouth dark with smoke, and eyes turning white like the backs of the palest girls: she suffered his exacerbation of sulfur-smells and fried electricity. "You had been so beautiful," her voice was lavender shy, "but look at you now; yet, I can't decide..." She trailed off there, as his eyelids became fire and the skin deteriorated, melted like tears; she thought it looked rather similar to a candle she burned during the rituals. The words were easier to conceive when she remained objective, "Whether you deserve it or not." Something of a squeak-scream-whistle pushed past his teeth; she imagined what he had said to her. Could it be? I love you. Or was it more like? I hate you. Fix this.

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I hate ends in the dark. I hate ends at all. Perhaps that's why I can't watch it; perhaps not. The word of the day is: 鏡:かがみ:mirror. Precious Amaterasu. Can Alice really go through the looking glass? Or is it Medusa that knows its secrets?

Next Book In Line: Little Friend

Going To See: King Kong

I've got a backup plan and a smile for the GRE.

Meet you on the other side. <3
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