...the feeling moves on...

[crankyturtle]

"Clarissa is filled, suddenly, with a sense of dislocation. This is not her kitchen at all. This is the kitchen of an acquaintance, pretty enough but not her taste, full of foreign smells. She lives elsewhere. She lives in a room where a tree gently taps against the glass as someone touches a needle to a phonograph record. Here in this kitchen

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[lucidsavant]

wow this is the bestest thing i ahve ever read on livejournal ever. it has changed my life.

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[crankyturtle]

and despite this, you're still my favourite bumface troll.

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[lucidsavant]

aw. . .

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[crankyturtle]

Binky.

[watashinokage]

Damn. I'm never writing again.