i hear human voices, but they're only echoes
at some point i was going to write a story involving a girl named leda and her cohort of people bound to her in heart and soul and awkward bone marrow. you know. haphazard teenage not-cults, like. everyone but leda had animal names instead of human names, because of reasons.
(the reasons were entirely down by the water and that is fine you hush)
anyway, procrastinating, i came across del's october encounter with the lj markov generator, and okay, a lot of those sound like my song lyrics wow (have you seen my song lyrics lately? there are jews in, now!)
right anyway
this gives us, among others, When Fawn arrives, the three men are still red in the darkness, his mouth barely separated from the exciting centre of the world
and that is almost enough to force me to come up with a plot and characterisation and more than half-baked brainsketches, right there.
(if i weren't as impressionable as a dollop of warm wax perhaps i would ever, ever get anything done.)
crossposted from http://pospreterito.dreamwidth.org/6738.html.
(the reasons were entirely down by the water and that is fine you hush)
anyway, procrastinating, i came across del's october encounter with the lj markov generator, and okay, a lot of those sound like my song lyrics wow (have you seen my song lyrics lately? there are jews in, now!)
right anyway
this gives us, among others, When Fawn arrives, the three men are still red in the darkness, his mouth barely separated from the exciting centre of the world
and that is almost enough to force me to come up with a plot and characterisation and more than half-baked brainsketches, right there.
(if i weren't as impressionable as a dollop of warm wax perhaps i would ever, ever get anything done.)
crossposted from http://pospreterito.dreamwidth.org/6738.html.