(no subject)
Just... don't ask, all right?
love is a place
love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places
yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds
-- e.e. cummings
i thank You God for most this amazing
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of allnothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
-- e.e. cummings
[Private]
So there are some things that I just really don't want to talk to anyone about because well, it's not their business, is it? He tells me... augh, I find it hard to believe and to even write it out. Well, he told me how he felt, and then he's delighted to help Mandy with her Charms?
Delighted. Bloody hell.
So I was told to find items that spoke to me of the different subdepartments within the Department of Mysteries. I dunno if Mr Sparrows meant poems, but that's what he'll have on his desk on Friday.
It's not fair, really. Terry's bed was loads more comfortable than mine ever was.
Also: I know I said early. I remember saying wake me up early. Nine a.m. is not early. It's late. Six a.m. is late.
[/Private]
[Private to Terry since I don't know where he is and I can't go find him]
Why is your bed more comfortable than mine? It's not fair.
I miss you.
[/Private]
All right, back to work. My hand's going to fall off.
love is a place
love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places
yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds
-- e.e. cummings
i thank You God for most this amazing
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of allnothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
-- e.e. cummings
[Private]
So there are some things that I just really don't want to talk to anyone about because well, it's not their business, is it? He tells me... augh, I find it hard to believe and to even write it out. Well, he told me how he felt, and then he's delighted to help Mandy with her Charms?
Delighted. Bloody hell.
So I was told to find items that spoke to me of the different subdepartments within the Department of Mysteries. I dunno if Mr Sparrows meant poems, but that's what he'll have on his desk on Friday.
It's not fair, really. Terry's bed was loads more comfortable than mine ever was.
Also: I know I said early. I remember saying wake me up early. Nine a.m. is not early. It's late. Six a.m. is late.
[/Private]
[Private to Terry since I don't know where he is and I can't go find him]
Why is your bed more comfortable than mine? It's not fair.
I miss you.
[/Private]
All right, back to work. My hand's going to fall off.