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llucii listens to... ::
Suzanne Vega's...
...Caramel
I swear by the rainbows in my hair:
I read my posts from about a year ago and I nervously scratch my armpit, thinking how I have returned to being the Joker.
I walked. But I didn't think.
I have reached the last square of this hop-scotch... and I don't know what to do next.
The fish bowl ain't stained with sacred blood and dusted with the cosmos any longer. It has become an obituary. Care thee to pay homage to your face on my wall?
You talk. I talk. I listen. You stone.
I have become alot less eloquent. Surprising, since I have become less constipated.
This is the longest post in the longest time.
I found the stuff that make gelatin weep and exchanged it for some minerals au naturale. Yet I feel unhealthier. There must be something awry with the directions on the map.
I am about to stamp my feet on Mother Earth and be judged accordingly. I pray I will be granted admittance to the next level. Dexterity +5, health +3, mana -10.
Where be you lunarlings, my beloved brethren from a realm now forsaken? I seek thee to bear me yonder, away from this wretched, barren desert of my fatal elixir. I have been away from thee for far too long, and my body now aches and mind now wilting, save only for the last leaf that hangs now by the silver thread. I pray thee to save me with your grace. Take me away to your forgotten palace and show me thy face, My Mother Moon. Show me thy face.
If paying my respects to the Angkor could make one wish come true, I would spin on the tip of my bulbous bunions and march right off in the opposite direction. Not because the leaves are dancing, but because the wind ain't blowin'.
Bollocks, lah! Do I look like I'm even remotely capable of delivering a celebratory oration of your wonder? I can't even, for the bleeding knees of the next gecko, tell you what my name really is. And they have even said that I have degenerated. *mutters under torrid breath*
I forgot to name her.
...and so the story stands still...
Too much fizz ain't good for no one.
black llucii at 6:25:00 am
I read my posts from about a year ago and I nervously scratch my armpit, thinking how I have returned to being the Joker.
I walked. But I didn't think.
I have reached the last square of this hop-scotch... and I don't know what to do next.
The fish bowl ain't stained with sacred blood and dusted with the cosmos any longer. It has become an obituary. Care thee to pay homage to your face on my wall?
You talk. I talk. I listen. You stone.
I have become alot less eloquent. Surprising, since I have become less constipated.
This is the longest post in the longest time.
I found the stuff that make gelatin weep and exchanged it for some minerals au naturale. Yet I feel unhealthier. There must be something awry with the directions on the map.
I am about to stamp my feet on Mother Earth and be judged accordingly. I pray I will be granted admittance to the next level. Dexterity +5, health +3, mana -10.
Where be you lunarlings, my beloved brethren from a realm now forsaken? I seek thee to bear me yonder, away from this wretched, barren desert of my fatal elixir. I have been away from thee for far too long, and my body now aches and mind now wilting, save only for the last leaf that hangs now by the silver thread. I pray thee to save me with your grace. Take me away to your forgotten palace and show me thy face, My Mother Moon. Show me thy face.
If paying my respects to the Angkor could make one wish come true, I would spin on the tip of my bulbous bunions and march right off in the opposite direction. Not because the leaves are dancing, but because the wind ain't blowin'.
Bollocks, lah! Do I look like I'm even remotely capable of delivering a celebratory oration of your wonder? I can't even, for the bleeding knees of the next gecko, tell you what my name really is. And they have even said that I have degenerated. *mutters under torrid breath*
I forgot to name her.
...and so the story stands still...
Too much fizz ain't good for no one.
black llucii at 6:25:00 am
drooling...
aching for life...
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