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llucii listens to... ::
Suzanne Vega's...
...Caramel
I keep forgetting that no one is going to slay dragons for me. Afterall, I have always been but only the jester.
For far too long I have been telling the tale, that I had begun to believe that it was my tale... that it would be my tale. But alas, we all have to step away from the looking glass at some point, leave the island and put down the cup. The looking glass afterall only portrays an exaggeration of what is. How beautiful that exaggeration was! How beautiful that exaggeration would have been... But it is not real.
May the story now begin its true unfolding. Never again with frills and faerytales; never again with wisps and rhymes; never again but only as it is meant to be.
It was good while it lasted and it lived as it was supposed to. I always knew but now I know why. And I thank you. I pray never again to sip from that rainbow fizz. But I will always keep this final gargle.
Thank you for the ride, I know you never were.
My Dear Ribbons, you were always right. *smile*
black llucii at 5:57:00 am 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 Has anybody seen him anywhere? I reckon he's walking around somewhere with a chord in his head and a dream on his lips. I don't know where he is. But maybe you could help him find his way back to me?
I can't write my poetry anymore.
black llucii at 2:43:00 am
You're comfortable in social situations that fluster other people. It is in part this ease is that makes you a catch for potential partners. You like to take time to really get to know the people in your life, especially your romantic partner. Your challenge is to make sure that you get what you want out of the time and energy you've invested.
The guy next door can be a lot more than the kid who played a great game of tag and buried you in snowballs. He can be the man of your dreams. A laidback and fun girl like you doesn't need a glass slipper or fancy jewels — you just want a guy who knows how to have a good time and has a handle on what's important.
You're the kind of girl who wants to marry her best friend, so you might not have to look far for the perfect guy for you. Whoever said you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince wasn't talking about you. Tag — you're it!
Are you it?
black llucii at 2:02:00 am
black llucii at 11:38:00 pm
...what famous leader I wish I really am...
black llucii at 3:14:00 am
too familiar.
black llucii at 2:15:00 am
For far too long I have been telling the tale, that I had begun to believe that it was my tale... that it would be my tale. But alas, we all have to step away from the looking glass at some point, leave the island and put down the cup. The looking glass afterall only portrays an exaggeration of what is. How beautiful that exaggeration was! How beautiful that exaggeration would have been... But it is not real.
May the story now begin its true unfolding. Never again with frills and faerytales; never again with wisps and rhymes; never again but only as it is meant to be.
It was good while it lasted and it lived as it was supposed to. I always knew but now I know why. And I thank you. I pray never again to sip from that rainbow fizz. But I will always keep this final gargle.
Thank you for the ride, I know you never were.
My Dear Ribbons, you were always right. *smile*
black llucii at 5:57:00 am 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 Has anybody seen him anywhere? I reckon he's walking around somewhere with a chord in his head and a dream on his lips. I don't know where he is. But maybe you could help him find his way back to me?
I can't write my poetry anymore.
black llucii at 2:43:00 am
llucii, The Boy Next Door is the man of your dreams
You're comfortable in social situations that fluster other people. It is in part this ease is that makes you a catch for potential partners. You like to take time to really get to know the people in your life, especially your romantic partner. Your challenge is to make sure that you get what you want out of the time and energy you've invested.
The guy next door can be a lot more than the kid who played a great game of tag and buried you in snowballs. He can be the man of your dreams. A laidback and fun girl like you doesn't need a glass slipper or fancy jewels — you just want a guy who knows how to have a good time and has a handle on what's important.
You're the kind of girl who wants to marry her best friend, so you might not have to look far for the perfect guy for you. Whoever said you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince wasn't talking about you. Tag — you're it!
Are you it?
black llucii at 2:02:00 am
what if we've been wrong all our lives?
...wouldn't we be fucked.
black llucii at 11:38:00 pm
...what famous leader I wish I really am...
black llucii at 3:14:00 am
"...then why do you do it? What is it? The girls? The leather? The machismo? Or do you just find that coming to terms with the mindless tedium of it all presents an interesting challenge?"
Arthur looked backward and forward between them in bafflement.
"Er..." said the guard, "er... er... I dunno. I think I just sort of... do it really. My aunt said that spaceship guard was a good career for a young Vogon - you know, the uniform, the low-slung stun ray holster, the mindless tedium..."
~Douglas Adams'
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Arthur looked backward and forward between them in bafflement.
"Er..." said the guard, "er... er... I dunno. I think I just sort of... do it really. My aunt said that spaceship guard was a good career for a young Vogon - you know, the uniform, the low-slung stun ray holster, the mindless tedium..."
~Douglas Adams'
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
too familiar.
black llucii at 2:15:00 am
drooling...
aching for life...
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