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1 day ago from web Brioche, goats cheese, rocket, cranberry and *orange*. Yes, I get all my lunchtime culinary ideas from Upper Crust.
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Archive for December, 2003
2003
We're regressing here. Memories of 2003, abridged.
Sums it up.
January I realised that my relationship with Rose was ill-advised, and my affections still lay elsewhere. I still thought I could handle it though, even when I fell under a little. My grandfather also took another turn for the worse, then died.
In...
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Read More The Holy Christmas Spirit 1
It's snowing, and I couldn't be happier.
My grandmother is here, and she has brought some unusual friends.
Feel free to link to this if you find it as funny as I did :D ...
Read More 24 hours meant nothing to me – written plainly for Cara.
My day started and ended standing still outside my house, looking at the front door and thinking hard about things I forget....
Read More :: newsreel :: maybe
Having said that music was top of my priorities, I naturally make the obvious exceptions to the two other two parts of the two threes. As such, I fail often to get things done. This laid down, imagine my surprise when I actually entered college two hours late for my...
Read More Liam’s Inner Child #1
Your speeches were pompous to the point of incomprehensibility. You became even more of a recluse, often spending hours reading poetry in a seashell-shaped boat in your electrically-illuminated underground grotto.
You are most famous for building three fairytale castles - Linderhof, Neuschwanstein and Herrenchiemsee - at tremendous public expense.
Swan King...
Read More Judgement
My last card is drawn.
And as the red and white witch splits herself into the many colours that make up me, I try to forget all of the things she said. I try to forget the promises she made me, I try to forget how much I love her. I...
Read More Weak and Powerless
Up to the gills in drowsiness drugs and dreariness I douse my gown in cleaning fluid and walk onto the balcony, a lighter in one hand and a notebook in the other. A black beanie hat on my head. I bled but not too much, as such; I clutched at...
Read More 0 – The Fool
The Fool looked to the opposition and smiled. This game was bigger than him now, he knew, but he could play it all the same. His blue, sightless eye glowed with his gibbering lust, black spades pouring out of his mouth as he drooled on the board in the face...
Read More The World
The Fool regained consciousness several hours later, and found himself hunched, blind and imprisoned. Though his hands had been horribly burned, he could feel the cold surfaces around him and make out enough to imagine his cage to be one of metal and glass. He lashed out at the walls,...
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