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| ♥ Bloody fucking dog pig black-livered bastard from hell. I hope his face gets put on a porcupine.
♥ Particularly enjoyed, at time, priest-turned-shagging-fuckwit story. Is always so enjoyable when other people behave badly. Feel, however, that founders of support group for victims of shagging priest (because "women who have relationships with priests have no one to turn to") are being rather partisan. What about others who have no one to turn to? Should surely also be support groups for women who have been victims of shagging Tory ministers, members of British national sporting teams who have slept with members of the Royal family, Romans Catholics clergy who have slept with celebrities or members of the Royal family, and celebrities who have slept with members of the public who have confessed their story to members of the Roman Catholic clergy who have then sold the story to the Sunday papers.
♥ "The worst you and Shaz could be accused of was breathtaking stupidity," he said. "You did very well in jail, I heard."
♥ If only could be like Mum and just have confidence in self and not worry what anyone else is thinking, but that is very hard when you know that someone else is thinking about you. They're thinking about how to kill you.
♥ 138 lbs, alcohol units 6, cigarettes 45, calories 5,732, chocolate tree decorations 132, cards sent - Oh, God, hell, beelzebub and all his subpoltergeists.
♥ Harry Christmas to my dearest, dearest Ken. I have so appreciated all your kindness this year. You are a wonderful, wonderful person, so strong, and clear-sighted and good with figures. Although we have had our ups and downs, it is so important not to hold on to resentment if one is to grow. I feel very close to0 you now, both as a professional, and as a man.
With real love,
Bridget.
♥ "What's that strange smell? What in the name of arse is that?"
I followed his gaze. Christmas tree in truth did not look as good as remembered. Had chopped off top and tried to trim rest into traditional triangular shape but now, in middle of room, was tall thin shorn thing with blunt edges like every bad cheap pretend tree from discount store.
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| “I know you have to go, ‘cause it’s the start of snow.” Days would pass, another week months would leave a sad streak of long excruciating grief the dying of the autumn leaf. Coldness would fill the spaces of my warm beloved west it’s time to thicken my dress for draftiness fills my breast. The town covered with white powder where once we were sweet lovers but now at this precise hour we are but rotten flowers. I’m lying here all alone trying to vanquish the cold by putting all these behind daisies would be fully grown my faith in you I should hold forever won’t be all this time. ©BOGART™ * Check out my journal page for more poems from me :) (poems include: TSUNAMI, MOUTHFUL and SINCE THE START) Comment your thoughts :D - Mood:happy
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(I'm really just introducing myself here)
So, I was at my local library a few days ago in order to pick up some reading (just finished finals for the semester, so I was really in the mood to relax). So I found a book that looked like it might be kinda fun. As I pulled it off the shelf, I glanced at another book, The Trouble With Kings. I read the back cover and decided to grab that too. I finished The Trouble With Kings the next day, and, of course, had to look up the author online. So, after a bit of searching, I decided to check my library to see if there were any other Sherwood Smith books. I picked up Crown Duel (parts I & II) and finished that last night. When I was done, I read all of the outtakes. Needless to say, I absolutely loved them! I just finished ordering The Trouble With Kings, Crown Duel, and A Stranger to Command on Amazon. I usually don't order books until I've read them, but my library doesn't have anymore of Ms. Smith's books, so I ordered A Stranger to Command anyway, because I'm sure I'll love it too. I haven't started the first book I grabbed off the shelf yet.
Anyway, I guess I just wanted to introduce myself and say hi, as well as how obsessed I currently am with everything Sherwood Smith. Also, I'd like to apologize if there is someplace I should have posted this instead. I'm new to LiveJournal (I joined just to join this community), and don't really know how to navigate it. I didn't notice anywhere that I should have posted this, but I could have missed it, even if it's really obvious. Reading these books has made me want to write something, however I'm not so sure I can drag myself away from them long enough to actually accomplish that. Hopefully this won't cause any problems come next semester...
I look forward to reading some more Sherwood Smith stuff, as well as the stuff on here. Umm yeah, I guess I'm gonna be done being awkward now, and will probably (maybe) post more after I've had more than a week of experience in this delightful little world.
I think I'll go read that first book I grabbed off the shelf now...
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| I often look into the mirror, waiting for it to speak,
to tell me 'The Answer' and it never does.
My image just stares back and then I want to break
that mirror to smithereens... all of that because,
I cannot find my self, my truth, or my sanity,
I'm searching for the calm within; true calm, no din.
When searching the mirror, it appears as blatant vanity,
But, I'm really looking deeper than just my skin.
I see the background switch and change;
I hear the sounds, see the seasons-go-round,
I'm dizzied, flushed, frazzled, estranged,
laughing, crying,
aloof and dying,
and then no sound... no worries
A mirror tells no lies
it only tells a tale
of long ago and now, (you know?)
but never
tomorrow's story.
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|  Singing the Dogstar Blues (1998) Written by: Alison GoodmanGenre: YA/Science Fiction Pages: 261 (Mass Market Paperback) The premise: ganked from BN.com: Seventeen-year-old Joss is a rebel, and a student of time travel at the prestigious Centre for Neo-Historical Studies. This year, for the first time, the Centre has an alien student— Mavkel, from the planet Choria. And Mavkel has chosen Joss, of all people, as his roommate and study partner. Then Mavkel gets sick. Joss quickly realizes that his will to live is draining away. The only way she can help Mavkel is by breaking the Centre's strictest rules . . . and that means going back in time to change history.My RatingWorth the Cash: but close to a must-have. The only reason it's not is because it does take a little while for the plot to get moving, and once it does, the book reads at warp speed instead of its previously fast pace. Still, it's a fun read with characters you can really sympathize with. I enjoyed the world-building of near-future Australia, and the time travel parts of the story misled me at first, and then once I settled into them, I found myself having lots of fun at guessing what would happen next and how it would affect CURRENT TIME and being right. It's a fun read, and one I'm really glad I sank my teeth into. I wish music had played a bigger role, especially given the fantastic title, but that's more of a personal preference than anything. At any rate, this book is highly recommended to fans of 1) time travel stories and/or 2) readers looking for science fiction in the YA genre. This was very enjoyable, and I can easily see myself picking up more from this author in the future. Review style: definite spoilers. It's a short book, and simple for what it is (I mean that in a good way), but I want to be able to talk about specific plot points, and I can't do that without spoiling this thing. If you want to be surprised (and trust me, if you're interested in this book, you'll WANT to be surprised), skip to the "My Rating" section at the end of the review. If spoilers don't bother you, or if you've read the book, then feel free to click the link below, which goes to my LJ. As always, comments and discussion are most welcome! REVIEW: Alison Goodman's SINGING THE DOGSTAR BLUESHappy Reading! Book club selections @ ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) calico_reaction. Hop on over! We'd love to have you! December: The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle January: The Adoration of Jenna Fox by Mary E. Pearson February: Kindred by Octavia E. Butler | |
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| This is my first post to a community, and I'm still fairly new to LiveJournal. So please excuse me if I do anything wrong.
I wrote this while listening to a violin piece by Sarah Chang, called Vitali Chaconne.
Here is the link - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AloBa9SPM 7U VITALI CHACONNE A burst, unequaled energy rising above the atmosphere and landing low on polished pebbles An uprising, a taunting crescendo pulling on tides that long ago were dammed sways and tugging, the barrier has broken over flowing. Filling spaces of the being and the unasked Comprehension, a knowing that fills the air It quickens, that pulse that shall ensure breath Creating something unrecognizable to the civilized mind Rewinding to a primal states of basic instinct Pathos and uncertainty and beauty It strains against something that cannot be reached Harsh and soft, an intertwining that causes brows to furrow in concentration A piping bird sings off in the distance of a wavering moon a woman creates a rhythm that makes confusion and sense A violin manipulated to evoke what we once thought no real So is the result of Vitali Chaconne.
- Leeza Dennis - Mood:blank
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| peel back the onion
the unimaginable terror
beneath our second skins
tempered by friction
angelic phalanx
we are all sinners
sitting in darkness
to avoid our own reflections
underneath the soil
tunnels the serpent
beneath the veil of night
deconstructing all
one thousand layers
of shame on the floor
and for all my tears
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| [[I wrote this while watching the movie "Center Stage" this movie inspired all of these words, and some of it has to do with conforming, yeah I know I'm kinda like a hippy lmao!! Well, Listening to The Beatles isn't making it any better lmao again]]!
The Dancer
Controlled swan dance moves
A doll face
And tears smudging the blush
Feet throbbing
People in wonder
Everyone's a critic
Comes, the day
The audition
When all eyes are on the dancers
Who will love them?
Pin point just one who's "perfect"
The ballet slippers on the foot of the tup,
Filled with ice,
Are bleeding
Hard work
She is a dancer
A prima ballerina
Her pirouettes define her
She needs to get in
Who will love her beautiful dancing?
Who will appreciate her blossoming silhouette?
Someone will
And that someone will save her
By Wilmary
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they float to the
ground. They're
white, and they sparkle;
ice gives off a new
type of light.
They drift in the wind-
are part of it-
before they hit the
ground. They
will melt, go to
the sky,
freeze, and float
to the ground...
once again.
As they drift in the
wind-
Tell me...
How long until
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| I'm looking for any quotes concerning sleep or insomnia.Thanks!
And I come bearing a gift:
"So it all moves in the pageant toward the ending, it's own ending. Everywhere, imperceptibly or otherwise, things are passing, ending, going. And there will be other summers, other band concerts, but never this one, never again, never as now. Next year I will not be the self of this year now. And that is why I laugh at the transient, the ephemeral; laugh, while clutching, holding, tenderly, like a fool his toy, cracked glass, water through fingers. For all the writing, for all the invention of engines to express & convey & capture life, it is the living of it that is the gimmick. It goes by, and whatever dream you use to dope up the pains and hurts, it goes. Delude yourself about printed islands of permanence. You've only got so long to live. You're getting your dream. Things are working, blind forces, no personal spiritual beneficent ones except your own intelligence and the good will of a few other fools and fellow humans. So hit it while it's hot."
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| Brother Moon
The crescent moon sometimes feels neglected:
cut into unfulfillment by an injustice of circumstance,
resenting that this incompletion is romantic characteristic;
thinking about how even at it's best half of it as yang,
(and yes it supposes the dot of white is excitement of mystery,
but that seems so drudgingly overdone);
viewing the earth as something in the way--
in its most optimistic reason concluding
"All things that give observation and purpose to an entity
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| I Did Not Change Him I did not change him I did not change him I didn’t tell him to smart mouth you I did not tell him to use sarcasm As a power against you I did not change him I only helped him bring out His insides I did not change him I did not tell him to smart mouth you And I did not tell him to use sarcasm As power over you I did not change him I did not change him I didn’t tell him to smart mouth you I did not tell him to use sarcasm As a power against you I did not change him What? Are you mad that he’s different? What? Are you mad it wasn’t with you? What? What? What? Are you angry that he opened up with me… And not you? I did not change him I did not change him I didn’t tell him to smart mouth you I did not tell him to use sarcasm As a power against you I did not change him He wouldn’t let you near him before He wouldn’t even let you talk to him Wouldn’t let you bring him to conversations And now you hate it when he talks There is no winning here By Wilmary | |
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| "He wondered that graves ever made people consider life in vain. Somehow he could find nothing hopeless in having lived. All the broken columns and clasped hands and doves and angels meant romances. He fancied that in a hundred years he would like having young people speculate as to whether his eyes were brown or blue, and he hoped quite passionately that his grave would have about it an air of many, many years ago. It seemed strange that out of a row of Union soldiers two or three made him think of dead loves and dead lovers, when they were exactly like the rest, even to the yellowish moss." | |
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| I WANT Gary to fall into some kind of bottomless hole.
I WANT Claire to get her foot caught in a beartrap.
I WANT Claire's friends to die by flesh-eating tapeworms.
Then he stopped. His father had reminded him that the journal was for positive wants, not negative wants. When you wanted something negative, it didn't count, he said. A want should be positive, his father had said. A want should improve your life while improving the world, even if just a little bit.
So Max began again:
I WANT to get out of here.
I WANT to go to the moon or some other planet.
I WANT to find some unicorn DNA and then grow a bunch of them and teach them to stick their horns through Claire's friends.
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Teasers
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[6-21] How I Met Your Mother (cast + various episodes)
[22-33] Lost (cast + text-only)
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[35-39] Supernatural
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| My new batch with animation effects: storm, rain and snow.
Hope you like it :)
Preview
More here in my LJ linnea82
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| In a fit of inspiration I wrote these pretty quickly. I would love if some of you amazingly talented people would help me fill in the gaps.
The first poem is about childhood friends reuniting in adulthood. They are "catching up" and the speaker uses the irony of the phrase to detail her experience in the friendship as constantly trying to catch up to her friend. I'm sure it could be longer.
Catching up
Go on ahead.
I’ll meet you,
In a few.
Now, where’s my shoe…
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Are the laces still tangled up
In the bicycle chain?
Am I wrapped around wheel?
Am I trailing behind?
Was I pushed and rushed to
Catch up?
Was I too slow for you?
I’m coming,
I’m coming,
I’m coming!
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…I’ll be right there.
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Growing up on the wall.
Not quite flowering, yet.
It took three extra years
For my body to catch up to yours
Which one of us was the stocky bean
Pod-
With no bumps in sneakers?
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Here we are.
Right on time.
We are paler people-
Full of color
Full of nostalgia.
We nurse our beer.
We move slow.
We are linked together.
We share pain now.
No need to trip over it.
No need to catch up.
The ties are pulled together.
This one is something I wrote after finding out that a boy I grew up with who was kind of a ladies man is having a baby. I think I like the wording here, but I really want it to be smart and not whiny and bitter or come across as some old lady's curse hah. Any advice?
I hope you have a little girl
Bundled in pink
Pure
And perfect
Unassuming
And darling.
There will come a day,
My oldest friend,
That a young man
With brown eyes will
Catch her fancy
And she will be riveted
In the heart
Boomboomboomboomboom.
And that young boy will
Woo her,
And vanish.
Leaving you to bundle up
And carry off
Her little blue broken pieces
Pure
And perfect
Unassuming
And weeping.
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| "It's not that I literally think I’m a faerie. It's just that I feel so different from most people. And this idea of a race living underground in caverns, spending all their days dancing and playing the fiddle and eating flowers and reciting poetry and sharing their dreams, that to me sounds much more real that the way people live in this world, hating and fighting and wanting and hurting."
- Violet and Claire, by Francesca Lia Block - Location:in bed
- Mood:sore
 - Music:The Princess & the Frog
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Short skirt
with dark tights
plastic daggers
hide bitten nails
tempting siren
lures them in
ugly black dot
birthmark near her lip
slanted cat eyes
secret sharp teeth
biting her tongue
hummingbird tattoo
coarse hands on her back
dance on dirty stages
hopeless dreams
showing skin
too much leg
a middle finger
and a wicked grin
pawned necklace
old perfume
glares as cold as ice
and an occasional smile
-Shelby - Location:Dullsville
- Mood:sleepy
 - Music:She Wolf by Shakira
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| Those first few months were definitely the hardest.
Every night, Liesel would nightmare.
Her brother's face.
Staring at the floor.
She would wake up swimming in her bed, screaming, and drowning in the flood of sheets. On the other side of the room, the bed that was meant for her brother floated boatlike in the darkness. Slowly, with the arrival of consciousness, it sank, seemingly into the floor. This vision didn't help matters, and it would usually be quite a while before the screaming stopped.
Possibly the only good to come out of these nightmares was that it brought Hans Hubermann, her new papa, into the room, to soothe her, to love her.
He came in every night and sat with her. The first couple of times, he simply stayed--a stranger to kill the aloneness. A few nights after that, he whispered, "Shhh, I'm here, it's all right." After three weeks, he held her. Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness. The girl knew from the outset that Hans Hubermann would always appear midscream, and he would not leave.
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IN THE DICTIONARY
Not leaving: an act of trust and love,
often deciphered by children
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