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L'ecriture De Lioncourt
2005
Autumn approaches. I've left the fetid heat of the South, and am in more Northern climes. I need the fresh dark air and the remembrance of fire as it glimmered in the trees. I need to walk in unfamiliar woods, with the evergreen stinging my senses. The ocean beckons to the East and beyond that, the scent of something like freedom.
I don't know if I'll be present online much for a while. I need time to get myself in line, you know? -smiling- What am I saying? Of course you know. Those of you sitting there reading are in some cases, infinitely smart in your own sparkling ways, and all of you … ah… well there's just no way I could make you understand.
My words will be around here and there, maybe in the journal here, I don't know. Maybe in other guises. I think I'll use a normal name like… Marty Dishmacher. Yeah. Something like that. What? Yeah, it sounds funny. It's an alias that makes people smile, and that's uncommon and cool, huh? At any rate. I'm sure if it's in other places, some of you will know, now or whenever. Whether you do or not is inconsequential to me, but hm.. well, nevermind.
I'm not saying goodbye. Or maybe I am, I don't know. I guess I'm saying I need time to figure that out, and in the meantime, that I hold most of you in my memories like a warm, tender smile.
~ Lestat
2005
Autumn approaches. I've left the fetid heat of the South, and am in more Northern climes. I need the fresh dark air and the remembrance of fire as it glimmered in the trees. I need to walk in unfamiliar woods, with the evergreen stinging my senses. The ocean beckons to the East and beyond that, the scent of something like freedom.
I don't know if I'll be present online much for a while. I need time to get myself in line, you know? -smiling- What am I saying? Of course you know. Those of you sitting there reading are in some cases, infinitely smart in your own sparkling ways, and all of you … ah… well there's just no way I could make you understand.
My words will be around here and there, maybe in the journal here, I don't know. Maybe in other guises. I think I'll use a normal name like… Marty Dishmacher. Yeah. Something like that. What? Yeah, it sounds funny. It's an alias that makes people smile, and that's uncommon and cool, huh? At any rate. I'm sure if it's in other places, some of you will know, now or whenever. Whether you do or not is inconsequential to me, but hm.. well, nevermind.
I'm not saying goodbye. Or maybe I am, I don't know. I guess I'm saying I need time to figure that out, and in the meantime, that I hold most of you in my memories like a warm, tender smile.
~ Lestat