Aftereffects

Jul 04, 2003 08:02


This morning I sat down to write
But nothing seemed to come.
No meta, fact, or bitchy rant,
No fiction or pretentious cant,
Just doggerel without a bite.
It makes me feel quite dumb.

The reason is my brain's awash
With headache cure I took last night
Which leaves no room for brilliant thoughts
Or snarky lines or cunning plots.
Just stupid rhymes ( Read more... )

poetry, the migraine pixies made me do it

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laurashapiro July 4 2003, 17:40:41 UTC
If only the rest of us could be as clever when we're "on" as you are when you're "off"...

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ex_mommybir July 4 2003, 18:27:08 UTC
I still have really fond memories of your filks of "I Love Slash" and "You're the Top".

*wanders off singing... "You're the top, you're a supernova... you're the vial full of Scully's ova..."*

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xsmoonshine August 7 2003, 08:31:31 UTC
Hi, I just friended you, but not because of Stargate. =) I first noticed your LJ because of this poem, then later because of the stories and fun posts. And because you're nice about feedback and your LJ Friends Manifesto makes me less nervous.

have a nice day
qwerty

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prillalar August 7 2003, 14:49:26 UTC
Hee, the drug-induced poem! Welcome aboard -- I'm glad you feel more at ease. I think most people are cool about the whole friending thing. "Friends list" is sort of a misnomer anyhow; it should be "journals I read".

And I love that icon. :)

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