

peace I hate it when the house phone rings. The bell jangled shrilly through the house. I clamped my hands over my ears and gingerly picked up the offending device, cutting it off mid-ring. Oh, my tired head. So tired. "Hello?" Slurred. Stagnant sounding. &peace


leftIt happened late October, 2001, in the same autumn that brought the Twin Towers crashing down around our country's ears. I always get sick about mass deaths. They make me nervous and angry and I can't sleep right. So on that Tuesday that I left my San Francisco apartment, gloweringly grumpy from another ill night, I was not paying attention to my surroundings. Just the mundane procession of everyday duties: close, door. Lock, key. Turn, girl. And then there, behind me, so sudden that it was dizzying, stood the man. It was over very quickly. When I used to watch movies with my friends, I would pretend to hide my face in fear from tleft


hidingHe hesitates, tastinghiding
the words you might say.
So before he can go
you do.
Beat a retreat.
Pull back
your soldiers
of word and sword and pent-up emotion;
Pull back your soft sweet body.
There's musing on the faces
of the winos and the waitresses and
the loveless all around.
That's scary, you realize.
That's scary.
They're always thinking.
So I think I'll do more than retreat--
and you withdraw.
And it feels good.


hallowed be thy body."Marvelous," he breathes,hallowed be thy body.
and I chuckle.
"Only you would use a word like that
at a time like this," I say.
And it's true.
Only he.
"But it is.
You are."
"No--"
stretch lengthen uncoil twist
"--just a bundle of skin and muscle."
"So cynical."
Brown burnt-chestnut eyes.
"But I am," I point out.
"Human is
as human does."
"You--"
nuzzle nibble flutter nip
"--are so much more
| So. This is it, then. I am an avid indie-rocker. I am a lover of alternative fashions (what does that even mean?) and kooky subcultures. I am a wearer of green knit hats and a chalkboard artist extraordinaire. I believe in the fey and the monster under my bed (yours, too.) I live on a steady diet of strong tea and Victorian faerietales, and own both red high-tops and black petticoats. I have pictures of Jules Verne, Frida Khalo, and Sam Beam on my walls. You could find me on the back of a polar bear, or riding Brother Whale. I cried when I caught the Tooth Faerie slipping her hand under my pillow. I would like very much to marry John Cleese. Sometimes my head goes all odd and I have to write. Right. So. Nice to meet you |
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I know you! lol *watches*
Can you guess who this is? (Don't use my real name of course, my "nick name" will do)
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*DigiWorld rawks.
I'm Cherubimon Vaccine in dA's Digimon Crew.
I'm part of ~NightCrawlerClub, because Kurt Wagner rawks.
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I'm Cherubimon Vaccine in dA's Digimon Crew.
I'm part of ~NightCrawlerClub, because Kurt Wagner rawks.
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I'm pretty good. School is killing me slowly,(My gym teacher is like a DRILL INSTRUCTOR) but I'm pretty ok.
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I'm Cherubimon Vaccine in dA's Digimon Crew.
I'm part of ~NightCrawlerClub, because Kurt Wagner rawks.
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