Bad time right now.
Perfect for my writing.
Even though the writing sucks.
I got more James today.
I love him.
Such an incredible writer.
SO TALENTED.


Another scrap turned deviationThe Sun deigns to rise upon the rich Parisian sky, allowing the proud French people a glimpse of Her glory. The Lady shines brightly, not faltering once, even at noontime. Many people glance at Her, some shouting, some laughing, others crying, others smiling. One of these people pauses in her busy day to worship the bright golden Goddess, who smiles inwardly at the homage paid to Her by this slender young woman too pale-skinned to happily enjoy the Lady’s rays without paying a heavy price. Knowing this price, the girl still pauses in her hurry to spare the Lady a few long minutes of reverence.Another scrap turned deviation


Intro once morePrologue…? A whisper of wind whirls through the air and lifts a single strand of auburn wavy hair. The strand wavers in the wind, the wind playing with it as a lover would, once stroking it against her face, later pulling it straight back before letting go for it to fall naturally into an uneven wave. Then it continues on its way, oblivious to the strange character it has just flirted with. The recipient of such untoward actions, the girl smiles faintly before craning her neck to glance around the parking lot. Seeing no one and deeming herself alone, she kneels to the ground and leans back upoIntro once more


Dunno yet. Friendship?I stand here, watching the snow fall outside our curtained windows, and I think of you. Your face hasn’t appeared in my mind’s eye for many years now, ever since we parted in college and I finally learned to forget about you. It took me awhile to walk into a library without seeing your hands oh so gently handling those ancient books, caressing them as though they held within them endless secrets. It took even longer for me to write again… actually, I haven’t really written, really, truly written, ever since you left. This is the first time in twenty years… twenty long years. &Dunno yet. Friendship?
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L Lives! Live long and Love L. (but not too much, he's mine)
"He who trashes the jolly roger gets his jolly bum kicked."
CAPTAIN JACK IS BACK. Jul. 7 2006
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