( personal notes :: private :: warded :: cursed )

( private :: warded :: cursed )

Blood and bones and sticks and stones ~

- and perhaps they come for the blood of soiled lands, or the blood on your hands, or the blood yet unspilled -

...and perhaps the dead walk because they want something.

What do you owe them, Citizens, O Citizens ~ what do you owe your dead?

As for recent word of a killing angel... the thing may ( Read more... )

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MAKE THIS SHIP STOP WAVING.

Bloody chance, our captain is an incompetent! Our man-at-gears a flagrant miscreant! The crew is vile, the second class is - is - why is there a second class? The salt smell's enough to upset my stomach - why are there rats on this ship and where in mighty El's name are they scurrying off to and - oh God, that wave. - ( Read more... )

"A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty."

Oh, but for the sake of feminists.

...and yet when they speak, they speak of man, and when they live, they live with man, and when they woe, it is for man. Truly, ladies. Purpose. Principle. Tisk~tiskBy all means, my ladies, direct not wrath upon me. For I ( Read more... )

Marte already ~ ♥ ~ ? So the network whispers, one meditation upon another, and another, and another, and te~di~ous.

Nonetheless... perhaps bellic tutorials are in order. Hubris and infatuation aside, a brief introduction to the rules of war waged and war won:

Meet me in Heaven, where we die.

Weak, weak, tick, meek.Death finds no creature ( Read more... )

...and on this day above all others:

A penny for your tears.

[ooc: too much GLITTER for one angel of destruction.]

Benedic nos Domine
et haec tua dona
quae de tua largitate
sumus sumpturi
per -

...and humans, ever too weak to save themselves. Hah. Perhaps I should be of a mind to one day hold service and lithurgy.

Messiah, the time of blood first spilled in coming. Lent, is it? Screams and dreams andblessing, then ~ ♥How very droll that religious ( Read more... )

To all newcomers, friend and foe: well met. May God's grace keep you in proper leash. And may the Furies bear kisses unto miscreants. You are not wanted here. You have no use here. You are worthless and vermin and susceptible to harm, on my part, and that of others. Game, and poor.

How pre ~ ♥ ~ tty.

Commander Vimes, blessed be your paranoia. ( Read more... )