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[Aug. 8th, 2009|09:40 pm] |
"The happy ending is hardly important, though we may be glad it's there. The real joy is knowing that if you felt the trouble in the story, your kingdom isn't dead."
Can we have imaginary thoughts?
DISCUSS! |
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[May. 18th, 2009|03:11 pm] |
Les chats pleurent. Le trottoir chuchote dans son sommeil. L'horizon n'est pas très différent après tout. J'ai manqué ma ville.
Lulu?
<3! (Look, the wall-walkers showed me how to make a heart, comme ça!) |
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[May. 1st, 2009|06:53 pm] |
Pierre, check under your pillow. |
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[Apr. 28th, 2009|09:41 pm] |
Although swans sing again,
And days are warm,
I still hear echoes from
The winter storm,
And feel the fangs of ice
Deep in my bones,
And every sweet song sings
"Let me go home..." |
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[Apr. 22nd, 2009|12:04 am] |
I grow very tired of rain. Especially how it gets in one's ears when one is trying to sleep.
I think I do not like this country much. |
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[Mar. 28th, 2009|02:38 pm] |
This is not normal! My body has become stone! Mon dieu, is this to be my damnation?? How long until I have joined the gargoyles??
To what gods must I pray to undo this curse? Poor Pierre! To be so doomed!! And so young! I have not yet completed my masterpieces. The world will lose such genius as it has never known! |
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[Nov. 6th, 2008|12:00 pm] |
It echoes!
Mon Dieu, deliver us from geese!
Hello...? |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2008|01:48 am] |
Attention! To all those concerned with the whereabouts of the dread sorceress Lulu! I am sent to inform on behalf of a third party that she has been kidnapped. If you wish to see her again, you must pay $500,000,000 in cash, Hot Topic cards, or ownership of small Northern European settlements. Delivery instruction will be provided once assurance of your resources is made! Do not call the police, or she will be fed to the nasty cat next door. |
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[Sep. 15th, 2008|02:25 pm] |
I seem to have befriended a real fairy. The kind with wings and all, as in the stories they tell to children! I suppose this means that I am going to Hell for consorting with pagan deities -- then again, I have been a whore, I have married a woman outside the Church (and though she was my sister more than my wife, Dom Claude taught me that God does not differentiate between the letter and the spirit of His own law)...
I feel that mon maître would be terribly disappointed in me.
At the same time, this is really no different than he has ever been, so I am not overly worried. In this world, he has apparently been dead for several centuries anyway.
Thank you, mon petit madamoiselle païenne. |
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[Sep. 14th, 2008|03:41 am] |
It's raining.
A simple statement, implying wetness.
It's raining, and this petit cafe will be closed soon.
The obvious, implying impending motion of moi.
It's raining, the boys at the counter are eyeing me with wistful distaste and clear wishes to return home, and I, Pierre, continue not to live anywhere.
It's raining. |
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[Aug. 28th, 2008|10:40 am] |
I thought I smelled roses on streets with no names,
and I go like a beggar from door to door
and I almost resemble the shape of the crimes
not committed on street-corners anymore.
I thought I heard bells from the tower last night,
and I sing like a pigeon encased in stone
and it clings so my wings are too heavy for flight
so I nest like the rest of the cripples: alone.
I thought I could taste you like wine from the sky
and my lips be relieved of their terrible thist
and the salt and the fire be washed out of my eyes,
for of all storms I've weathered through, you were the worst;
but there is no perfume against city squallor,
and there is no music this clamor can't drown,
and rose-wine goes sour, the rose-petals pallor,
c'est l'amour macabre from a fool with a crown. |
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[Aug. 15th, 2008|12:37 pm] |
I traded places with the swans. The flew so prettily. I was not so. Alas! Another half-finished occupation.
What will you do when the tower-clock falls? It will someday. I wonder.
Someone come say hello. |
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[Jul. 21st, 2008|03:36 am] |
SWANS!
Oh the essence, like feathered perfection embodied, ferocity!
BEHOLD! |
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[May. 23rd, 2008|10:51 am] |
This shifting through eras was beginning to give me a headache, but I find myself quite taken with this one. Just ten minutes ago, I saw a mechanical cat shifting and lurching down the sidewalk, grey smoke trickling from its ears in a most lazy and catlike manner while the sun glinted bronze upon it.
I have a DELIGHTFUL hat!
Now... if only my shoes would stop trying to crawl away on their own accord... |
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[Apr. 25th, 2008|11:52 am] |
So this Bible mess? Ridiculous. God's cruel the first half, then suddenly changes his tune at the New Testament. And humanity is expected to just embrace him for his Almighty abuse. People forget all about the fact that God wiped the planet clean and started over... just for the fuck of it. Then he sends Jesus and people fawn.
Please.
Sounds like God realized he fucked up with Adam and Eve so he sent Jesus to fix it up. But instead of admitting a mistake, he makes it sound like he's doing everybody a favor. And poor Jesus. For all his trouble, he gets murdered and betrayed and God doesn't do a damn thing to save him.
Also? Where'd the rumors start about me being a child eating demon? Bullshit. Just because I couldn't bow down before a man and the Almighty. And me being a child eating demon who's married to Satan? I didn't even know Satan. She's a cutie, yeah. But I don't think I'm doing marriage again. Ever. Once was more than enough for me. |
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[Apr. 9th, 2008|04:08 pm] |
( Locked from Namor )
So, clever people, if you had to determine a creative, potentially violent way to hurt me, how would you do it?
I need to know what to be prepared for in this world. In a general sort of sense. Nobody seems to be wearing swords anymore and this worries me. |
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[Apr. 7th, 2008|06:33 am] |
Where.
IS.
MY.
KINGDOM?! |
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[Mar. 9th, 2008|04:30 pm] |
I do not understand.
Where am I? |
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[Mar. 9th, 2008|04:56 pm] |
Pigeons are beautiful, no? |
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[Mar. 4th, 2008|05:22 pm] |
I have been watching a little bird in a bare tree for two hours, and it has not moved. Perhaps it is sleeping. Peraps it is frozen. I am not certain.
I have grown tired of looking at dead things. Can anyone direct me to a coffeehouse that is not filled with excessively snobby people trying very hard to immitate statues with drinks and papers, all accomplishing less in five hours than I could sneeze onto a journal page?
Alas, it seems there are no gypsies in this city. Or they hide well. I miss them. |
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[Mar. 3rd, 2008|03:12 am] |
I will confess that there are occasions when I miss certain... details. It is only to be expected, when ones mind is accustomed to strolling with the highest and most intricate truths of the very Universe. Nevertheless... even I, prone as I am to fits of inspired oblivion, am surprised and dismayed to find that I seem to have overlooked the moment it transpired that I was a saint worthy of being scooped up by the very Hand of Divinity and set down...
...well.
I'm afraid I somehow missed the Biblical passage that describes either Heaven or Hell as anything quite so...
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...so...
What's going on? |
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