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Letter to Charles Fall | Miss Violet Edwards
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Decisions Decisions | Lady Marie Ashley
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. A pool of deep green is gathered in the corner. My desire is uncontrollable. I wish to run my fingers through it. Let the ink stain my fingers. Rub my shoulders over its small warmth. Like a dog playing in green green dirt. Or dance in it until I can’t remember what is green and what is me. Gathering it up in my arms. I hold it close. And stain my sheets all night with it’s foresty colour. But in the morning I wake. And now all that I really, truly want is mauve.
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Melusine | Lady October: Mistress of the Occult
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Lady October: Mistress of the Occult. Omne ignotum pro magnifico. Huddled on the floor, around. Your fountain, I wait —. Burning for your words to. Come softly to my hands–. Of jewels and umbrellas. In your eyes —. A wash of coloured water,. And a dark current. A theorem of your frailty. As your cheeks burned crimson. Do you still burn, my Melusine? On the phone, I am marred. By your gospels of bitter. Liquorice and listen —. As your words weep glitter,. And drift —. Like thick snow falling softly.
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~biographica~ | per aspera ad astra
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Per aspera ad astra. Just another WordPress.com weblog. Light spreads differently through half-eaten corneas. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Count K. Prochazka.
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Notes from a wannabe deadman. | The Teapot
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Notes from a wannabe deadman. Foto borrowed from http:/ www.flickr.com/photos/algedeon/148959732/. And they dance, like wild, spastic robots, clonic movement over clonic rhythm, sweating heavily, their faces contorted in a false display of sexiness and pleasure. Nothing ever made any sense. Foto borrowed from http:/ www.guerillapoets.wordpress.com/. I am out in the streets again. Foto borrowed from. shit! Forgot to copy URL. I hear music around the corner. Sometime ago I read somewhere that every person ...
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About Me. | Miss Violet Edwards
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For Violet – To Be Opened Should Anything Happen | Lady Marie Ashley
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. For Violet – To Be Opened Should Anything Happen. I know we have not known each other long, and I have a habit of being over-familiar in life and letter-writing. If you are reading this then I assume that something has happened, either with George or with me. Or both. In any case, this is to the care of my boys. I can never repay your sacrifices and friendship. Please do not think to harshly of me. In faith and in hope. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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How The Journey Began | Count K. Prochazka
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Count K. Prochazka. How The Journey Began. Words Spoken To St. John of Nepomuk. Trapped as you are in your cast bronzed bonds, I will give you hope. Last night I discovered a true power, primal, supernatural, and a curse that has blessed my life with meaning. Scrawled upon it in the old man’s handwriting. A simple erasure of the. I crave more. Words call out to me to escape their pages. They seek me and i will find them. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).