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Sunday - we were still a city burning, but now on the horizon, as if the time between us were embodied in distance, impulsive steps out into a desert. Persepolis, though his name might be the name of my next god-child, I was never certain if I would wake next to him again. Enchanting, built of admirable social immunities, a strange ruin painted ( Read more... )

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Persepolis burnt me to the ground, dark gray marble eyes leading me like paths and stairs to a treasury trap of words. I felt bare, richly carved with splendid relief, "Five years is a rock hewn tomb, too long to be without the silk cotton of skin." His hair curled as inscriptions do, written to ward off misfortune. "I enjoy the silence," he said, ( Read more... )

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Ah, the subtle joys of computer hell. Sympathy for the devil if there ever was such a thing. I've tried posting six times and a freeze and shutdown every time. *shakes head* Luckily, I still have sleepdep happiness to stave off the virus related depression.

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I have been informed about something wonderful. Something stupendous. Dammit! If it's been only a few weeks earlier I could have seen Rosencratz and Guildenstern Are Dead ( Read more... )