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Alice had no such distractions.  She didn't believe in luck, not anymore, and she'd long ago stopped searching the ground for convenient rabbit holes.  Her jacket was gone, stolen at the last hostel, and wearing all the shirts she owned wasn't enough to keep her warm, not two paltry layers of threadbare cotton.  She had a hat at ( Read more... )

We are the product of our stories. This is a pillar of my worldview ( Read more... )

One mildly angsty, very tired poem.  Composed in my head in the shower, before being scribbled on the back of something.

i thought

looking at the bruise on my hip

where i tripped on the curb today

that if you'd been there you'd never have let me fall

but that no matter how much we both wish you had been

you weren't there.

I don't believe love

can ( Read more... )

....or, the reason why Danny Phantom is not nearly as bad as it ought to be.  After this morning's bacon-ignition incident, I decided to switch to something less potentially dangerous than cooking.  T.V. seemed fairly harmless, in this case Danny Phantom, and I actually wound up paying attention to the credits, which led me to an interesting ( Read more... )