Thestrals receiving My little brother, buy me a pony. Oh brother, where art thou? Ride my battle steed. You look up to me for personality. My fame, my name, my face. Tiger blood in this rat race. Mister miser, supplicant, analgin of fan and fair, please help my pony over there. Under the tree, fallen … Continue reading Orpheum Summoning (FM03)
A livejournal entry from 6th March 2002. I had completed the writing exercise by hand on pen and paper, and transcribed it on to my Live Journal. I don't remember why I didn't just do it on the computer, but that doesn't really matter. LOL. blank your mind out, take paper and a pen... and … Continue reading Stream of consciousness
"If you always knew how it would end," she said, "you might have at least saved us both the trouble."