Jeremy Brett with a backdrop by Edward Gorey. What is it they say about two great things that taste great together?


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Why is it I have the urge to run through this structure even though it surely would mean the death of me? It's beautiful.


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I don't think I'm quite finished with this, but I thought I'd share.

( Black arms to hold, in sleeps gentle guidance. )

Last nights tribute to Edgar Allan Poe turned into rather a celebration. My head feels as though it's full of cotton fluff. In another burst of inspiration, I wrote a poem to commemorate the evening. It's more lighthearted than my normal writing, but I shall blame the hangover on that.
( The Green Fairy, her wings were shining bright. )

the_mamazoom just showed me this article and it's touched our hearts. We've decided to pay tribute to Edgar Allan Poe by heading out into the deep dark night in search of a suitable pub to toast with cognac the life and death of this great writer and poet. If you wish to join us in our tribute, or simply just for conversations sake, please give either I or ( Read more... )

I had a sudden burst of inspiration. I felt the need to write this out before I lost it on the morrow.
( Where one breathes in, the other exhales. )

I just received some lovely gifts from vectorslens through the post. It was rather unexpected and I am sincerely touched. They're so thoughtful.
( There's a thunder in our hearts... )

I've been sleeping like the dead the past few nights. I believe it's done wonders to improve my mood. My whole outlook is uplifted. I hope this positivity is here to stay ( Read more... )

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It would seem that my body wishes me awake at this hour. I can't fathom why. In an effort to still my racing thoughts, I've pulled out a favorite book of poetry in the hopes that it and the steady breathing nearest me will lull me back to slumber ( Read more... )