You know what? Let's do this meme.

[lucindathemaid]

My flist is composed mostly of people whom I've met through fandom. Most of you are writers, and although I don't always comment on the things you write, I do read them. I notice styles, details, certain turns of phrase that are uniquely...you. Or at least I think I do

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[anonymous]

We are all wanderers; it's just a matter of time and distance. They say that if you travel long enough and far away, one day you'll meet yourself in wandering along the way. They also say that if you meet Buddha along the road, you'll have to kill him, because that Buddha's nothing but a flim-flam man, a paper crane, a false horizon shimmering silvery blue and green above a summer sidewalk. In other words: he's not the real thing, so he must be destroyed

[lucindathemaid]

Hm... prpl_pen?

[anonymous]

Nope!

[lucindathemaid]

empath_eia?

[anonymous]

You flatter me and I soooo don't deserve it! Perhaps this wasn't fair, since I friended you only recently. With that in mind, here's something from my LJ profile (because the LJ name and the fanfic authoring name are miiiiiles apart:

Who am I? A creature insignificant and ugly: small and plain, the color of sand or dust, although the mark I make upon unsuspecting flesh is large and lasting. Crouching in the darkest corners of the cupboard, squeezing between the wainscoting and the wall, or scuttling into the dankest cellar crevices, I am seldom seen, but one of the most venomous of my kind.

I am eight legs; I am six red eyes. I am the fiddler.

I am fanged death: silent and anonymous.

[lucindathemaid]

I've totally got it now!

dreaming_trees!

[lucindathemaid]

Yes! *pumps fists, rocks out*

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