Past-Part Fills Post 1 -- CLOSED
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that were once outside
sharpening themselves on war
are now indoorsLudwig fell asleep alone that night, but dreamed of Feliciano. It was not one of his usual dreams, mismatched and twisted scenes of his wakeful hours. It was not one of his less usual dreams, where he is a small child and Feliciano is in a dress and he wakes crying and unremembering ( ... )
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I really look forward to part 2.
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plays, calculated ploys
of the body, the witticisms
of touch, are now
attempts to keep me
at a certain distance
and (at length) avoid
admitting I am hereThe old man had sat and ordered by the time Eiríkur Lóðirsson arrived. A pot of filtered coffee was waiting for them both. For Eiríkur, the old man had ordered sild and rugbraud. For himself, a side of meat, still bloody and as raw as the restaurant dared to serve it. Eiríkur didn’t want to know what kind of meat it was ( ... )
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Heh, Odin and Iceland! Very nice work.
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Oh, this line really got me! I hope you do more with this. I'd love to see America and Canada, perhaps Whiskey Jack?
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here, in this room
is like groping through a mirror
whose glass has melted“What did you do to your hair?” said Wang Yao, incredulous and in a dialect of Chinese that had died five hundred years ago. “And your eyes ( ... )
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And now I love this kink meme even more than I did before.
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And the fact that Shā Wùjìng was described, if not named, in the original (and described traditionally) makes me wonder about the nature of perception and belief and how it affects them...
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of names (to hold
these places
in their proper places)
There was a boy who did not grow up until his twin sister died, wrote Mr Ibis, eyes tired from the examination of dead gods.
He is a man now, that new feeling of grief ageing him so he could stand on his own. His sister is dead, and he has inherited her land because she would give it to no one but him. She was Ta-Mehu and he was Ta-Shemau, and then he became Kemet because he could not bear to be Ta-Shemau alone. Now he is Gupta because he could not be Kemet and defeated.
Time heals all wounds, said a human, though who this was is now lost. This is incorrect. Time does not heal any wounds at all. It is the body that heals wounds, churning out protein and clotting factors to knit broken flesh together into a semblance of what it once was. Time is simply the measure at how long it takes for the body and mind to form scar tissue over past hurts. Without it, we could not tell how long it takes for ourselves to put ourselves back together into something near to whole ( ... )
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