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Indeed There Will Be Time ["Do I Dare?"]
I did a number of things tonight ( Read more... ) -
A Leetle Pre-Sleep Thought:
It's strange that I do all the writing I feel best about in my SUPER SEEKRIT journal ( Read more... ) -
Into My Arid Days [Like Wind]
Another poet I find appealing is Edna St. Vincent Millay. That's why I've bastardized text from one of her poems for tonight's journal entry title. It makes me happy to make titles that will evoke the feeling I had when I wrote an entry, when I read back through this record in the future. Perhaps it seems meaningless or unrelated to the entry ( Read more... ) -
Thoughts Cascading, Slipping Past My Fingertips
I hate knowing that there is someone out there that I respect and admire who HATES me. I'm sure she'd disagree, were she to read this. For all I know, she may read this. Hell, I read her journal sometimes, because she's an amazing writer who makes me feel like all my words are dust and ashes. She's concise and witty. I think she'd say that she ( Read more... ) -
Rush To The Next Teacup, Please...
So, in a completely schizophrenic change of mood:
I believe I have thought of an outfit to wear to Lucifer's Lounge tonight. An outfit so cute that the gods themselves shall come down from on high to go, "AW, LOOKIT HOW CUTES IT IS! ISN'T YOU SO ADOWABLE? YES, YOU ARE. YES, YOU ARE THE MOST ADOWABLE! YES, YOU, BEIN' ALL CUTE!"Okay. Maybe it ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
I'm still in a mainly good mood, however!
Just on a different level of my mind!
Like a layer cake! -
Echoes.
This weekend is already beginning to feel like something I dreamt once ( Read more... ) -
*laughter*
I was just reading through my semi-secret journal and came across something I wrote that made me feel good about my wit. So, presented here for my own ego-boosting enjoyment:
"there are lovely things and genuine humans (gom jabbar-tested, reverend mother-approved!)"It made me giggle, especially since I'd forgotten that I'd written it. Now, give ( Read more... ) -
[i feel my fate in what i cannot fear] I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go...
Have I told you that I adore the poetry of Theodore Roethke? I do. Just so you know. In fact, I would (someday) like to go to the place where he died. It's a zen garden on Bainbridge Island, I believe. That isn't what it was when he died there. At the time, it was a swimming pool owned by a family that had befriended him. He drowned ( ( Read more... )
