tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30059780025866514472024-02-02T01:43:26.255-05:00 The Limitations of Me"And Grantaire, after this fit of eloquence, had a fit of coughing, which he deserved." - Victor Hugo, Les MisérablesMin (Thalia)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503909264289999989noreply@blogger.comBlogger121125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005978002586651447.post-86206152117439097622016-08-14T20:21:00.001-04:002016-08-23T21:35:23.762-04:00Bye Bye Li'l SebastianOkay. I figured it was probably time for me to make this post.<br />
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I don't think anyone besides me is ever actually going to read this, but that's fine, because this is mostly for me, anyway.<br />
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I'm done with this blog. I've kind of been done for a while but I've sort of lingered on and kept thinking about its role in my life in present tense for much longer than I should have, mostly out of nostalgia. But I'm really done, now. I'm not going to post anymore.<br />
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Last March was this blog's 5 year anniversary. That's....a long time. I made this blog when I was very young and very scared, and back then it was really important to me. But I'm a lot older now and I've changed a lot, and while I'm still fairly young and still very scared, I don't need this. I'm past the part of my life that this blog represents and I have been for a long time, but I need the closure of putting it down in words so I can actually fully move on.<br />
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I'm ready to.<br />
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This blog won't be deleted. It has a lot of memories for me and it's a pretty good chronicle of my early teen years, and it's also really funny, so I'm going to leave everything up untouched as an archive. If I ever post again, it'll just be one more post, with a link to where ever I'll be posting my writing. But that's dependent on me both writing and wanting to post my writing, so it may or may not happen. We'll see. I'm still on tumblr at <a href="http://spacefleeting.tumblr.com/">spacefleeting</a> and <a href="http://thebruinen.tumblr.com/">thebruinen</a>, though.<br />
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This post feels kind of weird to make because part of me doesn't think it should be necessary at all, and it probably shouldn't be. But I also feel like because this blog used to be such a big part of me, it deserves a proper farewell and a solid final goodbye.<br />
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So: goodbye!! It was a wild ride.<br />
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<br />Min (Thalia)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503909264289999989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005978002586651447.post-29557758279835934292015-08-10T02:17:00.001-04:002016-02-16T14:35:10.891-05:00(1) tourist<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">SOOOO i'm revisiting <a href="http://yourealllatefortea.blogspot.com/2014/05/cool-lady-knights-in-space-story.html">this universe</a>, except in a slightly more serious manner and with new characters. everything's a bit rough at this point, so some characters names might change - i'll update the posts if they do. i'm not going to be writing consecutive parts for a while, until i can flesh out a plot, so i'll sort of be posting nonlinear bits and pieces, like mar's been doing with her story <a href="http://mar-chusbloginblogland.blogspot.com/search/label/fp?updated-max=2015-03-22T16:27:00-07:00&max-results=20&start=7&by-date=false">(which you should read).</a></span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">idk!!!! we'll see how this goes. arthurian legend will still tie into this story/universe, it's just not featured in this part.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">OH also: fer, liliya, and inna all use she/her pronouns. fer and liliya are girls. inna is NOT a girl - she doesn't have a gender. em uses they/them pronouns and is nonbinary. whenever i introduce a new character, if i don't mention their gender/pronouns in the story part, i'll note them at the bottom.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">umm also i guess b/c they might be hard to pronounce: fer is pronounced like fair, liliya is pronounced like lily-ah, and inna is pronounced like ee-nuh.</span>Min (Thalia)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503909264289999989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005978002586651447.post-10947832739267399382015-04-22T17:25:00.000-04:002015-04-22T17:26:21.912-04:00Riverside - A Shades of London Fanfiction<span style="color: #351c75;">ohhhhh my god i need to be writing my dang essay but instead i'm posting this rip</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">this is a short fic based on maureen johnson's shades of london series. it's set in an AU where [the madness underneath and the boy in the smoke spoilers!!!!!] stephen doesn't use the terminus on peter and shows up at the eton boathouse when he dies for some reason. [end spoilers!!!!] it doesn't make much sense (i haven't read the third book yet so i don't actually know what happens to stephen) but i reaaaaally just wanted more stephen & peter interaction haha. it's probably really ooc but who cares! not me! </span><span style="color: #351c75;">maybe i'll write a second part to this but honestly i churned this out over like 2 days at the end of spring break a few weeks ago and i'm still burnt out.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">this is dedicated to mar for supporting me through ghost teen hell.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The thought of the other boy was enough to jolt Stephen out of his trance. Find Peter. That seemed like a reasonable goal. He needed a goal, right then, some task he could focus on to channel some of the manic energy that would undeniably be otherwise put into some sort of breakdown. And finding Peter would be both comforting and productive - he was someone Stephen knew, and also someone who could tell him how to deal with being dead.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Not </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">intentionally</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">?” Peter squeaked, alarm rushing back into his features. “What the hell does </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">that</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> mean?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I…” How was he going to explain the past few months in a quick way that made sense and managed to calm Peter down? “It’s...complicated.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Stephen scowled. He was still in too much shock over being dead to be dealing with this. “I was not trying to off myself!”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">All of a sudden Peter sagged, eyes softening, the fight draining out of him. He slipped his arms around Stephen’s neck and tugged gently as he lifted himself onto his toes. Stephen let himself be pulled forward. His hands came to rest on the middle of Peter’s back, his face pressed into the junction of his neck and shoulder. It was a hug. Peter was trying to comfort him, and they were hugging.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Peter was not warm - it was a side effect of being dead. He wasn’t particularly soft. He didn’t smell like anything. But Stephen was okay with this. The physical closeness - the being held by someone he trusted, the hand rubbing a small circle at the base of his neck in a comforting gesture - made up for it. It was a good thing ghosts couldn’t cry, Stephen thought, or else he might have broken down.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The river sloshed gently. Stephen gripped Peter tighter.</span>Min (Thalia)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503909264289999989noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005978002586651447.post-76633082309312118932015-02-28T19:50:00.000-05:002015-02-28T19:51:10.303-05:00Resown - A Poem<span style="color: #674ea7;">*writes shitty poetry and posts it immediately without revision* aesthetic</span><br />
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Min (Thalia)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503909264289999989noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005978002586651447.post-59428662563826255812015-01-12T18:33:00.003-05:002015-01-14T22:17:50.951-05:00Troy - A Story<span style="color: #674ea7;">Hmmm well I wrote this for school as an entry to a competition back in...early November? It involved taking medical research done by high school interns at a hospital and incorporating it into a story. The research I chose had to do with kidney transplants. But anyway, we got the competition results back today so I figured I would post it. I didn't win anything but I didn't really care much about that so it's chill.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">This is fairly dark and full of heavy-handed allusions to Greek myths, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :-)</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Kathleen Bayer, four years old. Missing for two days. Found, 1:45 p.m., October seventeenth, 2011, at home - back office, sitting next to a gun and her mom. Dead mom. Bits of brain in Kathleen’s hair - not hers. Lump of flesh cradled between her palms; limp, hand shaped, but Kathleen’s fingers were digging into it with an animal determination and the face it was attached to didn’t even flinch.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Cooper says it’s not unusual for your memories to sew themselves into the case notes as you read - editing and rephrasing and stitching back in all the brutal details that were cut out by cold analysis. He says it will stop, that I’ll eventually see so much that I’ll learn to detach from it. It has to be true, but I’m not untethered enough. Cooper lets the blood and the crimes wash over him without stain, but there are still some things I can’t bleach out.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But I have to be learning something, because it’s not the new blood that sticks to me the most. It’s the blood I dipped into before I knew how to wash it out, before I even knew what it was. There’s a long scar on my right side as proof, and twelve years later I’m still scrubbing the red out from under my fingernails.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17.25px; white-space: pre;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;">Cyclosporine. Prednisone. Azathioprine. The drugs change, the dosages change, but the purpose is always the same: keep me healthy, keep my borrowed kidney working, like Odysseus keeping Anticlus from revealing the Greek’s plan.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17.25px; white-space: pre;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sirolimus. OKT3. Tacrolimus. You have to take them, the doctors say, and I do. Pills and water, every day with breakfast.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17.25px; white-space: pre;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mom wanted to know who was going to have the surgery first.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17.25px; white-space: pre;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;">I think it was almost harder for her than it was for me and Helen. She didn’t have chronic kidney disease, but she had to watch it take us both down - twin daughters, twin diagnoses, twin failing kidneys.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17.25px; white-space: pre;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;">We were only eighteen. I felt bad for us; I felt worse for her.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17.25px; white-space: pre;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;">One had to go first on the organ donation list. We played rock-paper-scissors. Helen threw scissors. I threw rock.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Four months later we got the call. Helen got hers six months after me. New kidneys for both of us, gifts from people who did need them anymore.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The doctors chatted with us after. Kidneys can only be held for a maximum of thirty hours. Mine had been stored with warm machine perfusion, they told us, Helen’s with traditional cold storage. The perfusion meant that my new kidney’s cells were kept active before they were given to me. Helen’s weren’t.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17.25px; white-space: pre;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;">I measured Helen’s death by her hands.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17.25px; white-space: pre;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;">Before we realized what was happening, her hands began shaking. Some days were worse than others, but she could never quite shake the tremors.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17.25px; white-space: pre;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;">At the hospital, when they told us what was wrong - disease in the remaining kidney, failure of the transplanted one, heart disease from the kidneys, a myriad of other branch-off health problems they should have identified earlier but didn’t, all stemming from the cold storage that had damaged her new organ - and gave us all the excuses for why they couldn’t fix it, Helen folded her hand into mine, steadier than it had been in months.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">During her last few rattling breaths, as amber light filtered through the window to be sterilized by hospital fluorescents, I held Helen’s hand because she no longer had the strength to hold mine. Her pulse fluttered weakly against my fingertips, and I thought of the Trojan gates. If I had a Cassandra, I would have thrown paper, and I’d be the one in the bed with butterflies in my wrists. But no one listened to Cassandra anyway.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Arthur Windsor, thirty-three years old. Missing for five days. Found, 6:14 a.m., May sixth, 2014, in two places; half behind an abandoned office building on the south side of town, half in someone’s boat parked in the harbor. Most of his organs missing. Not enough hand left to hold.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You think, when you go into this job, that you will stop death. You think fewer people will die because of the work you do. And you believe, quietly, that the lives you save will make up for the ones you take along the way. It’s a lie. Death isn’t a currency you can trade for your sins. All you can do is chase after it, splashing through the blood and picking up the bodies, and you keep your nails painted red to cover up the crimes you can’t clean out.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
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Min (Thalia)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503909264289999989noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005978002586651447.post-40997054927081293302015-01-08T18:28:00.000-05:002015-01-08T18:28:52.177-05:00UPDATE kindaHeeeeeeyyyyo<br />
<br />
So I know I have (HAD) a tradition of posting a part of Pushing Up Daisies on New Year's Eve but uh. Yeah obvs that didn't happen. The reason why is threefold:<br />
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<ol>
<li>Fall semester 2014 was very busy and very hard. Not a lot of writing, or any creative pursuits for that matter, were going on in the interest of devoting more time to school, sports (in the first part of the semester), clubs (Mock Trial sure is something else), and my job.</li>
<li>I have finals very soon.</li>
<li>I forgot I needed to write it (see reason #1) until 8:00 pm on New Year's Eve, at which time I was knee-deep in Fire Emblem fanfiction and wasn't going to be pulled out any time soon.</li>
</ol>
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So, yeah. I did start it, though, and hopefully I will be able to get something done and posted once finals are over. I've also started on a few other things (which, frankly, are holding my interest slightly more) which I should also have posted relatively soon-ish.<br />
<br />
However, if you find you are lacking in Min Approved Content, I am fairly active on Tumblr.<br />
<span style="line-height: 20px;"><br /></span>
This is my main blog: <span style="line-height: 20px;"><a href="http://kingdomofbeasts.tumblr.com/">http://kingdomofbeasts.tumblr.com/</a></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 20px;">I reblog mostly art, film, and fandom stuff there. It's also fairly social justice oriented.</span><br />
<span style="line-height: 20px;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: 20px;">This is my very carefully curated aesthetic blog: <a href="http://thebruinen.tumblr.com/">http://thebruinen.tumblr.com/</a></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 20px;">I originally made it as a writing blog, which it why Planter is posted there, but for the most part it has been repurposed (mainly because I haven't been, y'know, writing).</span><br />
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And that's the update!! See ya later alligatorsMin (Thalia)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503909264289999989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005978002586651447.post-22331753675365596962014-07-04T18:11:00.002-04:002014-07-04T18:36:31.231-04:00Planter - A Poem<span style="color: #674ea7;">A poem about growing and learning to remove the things that stop you from doing so. </span><span style="color: #674ea7;">It's hard, but I'm figuring out how.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">Warnings for mild body horror (but not actual scary horror).</span><br />
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<u>Planter</u></div>
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It's a little too late to break the
winter-dusted ground</div>
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and turn the soil</div>
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and plant the seeds you've been given.</div>
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There's no room. They won't grow.</div>
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Dandelion roots stretch deep into your
heart,</div>
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so deep you don't bother trying to tug
them out anymore</div>
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because it only makes you bleed.</div>
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It's okay – they look nice for a
while.</div>
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But they die so fast</div>
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and spread so quickly.</div>
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When you cough</div>
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you breathe out their seeds.</div>
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The other weeds have too many names</div>
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and you can't remember them all,</div>
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not even for the ones that sprout on
your brain.</div>
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Especially those names.</div>
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You cannot replant until you unplant,</div>
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and this means opening yourself enough</div>
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to let everything old wither and die.</div>
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It means letting the wind ghost over
your bones.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Cleansing yourself means unscrewing
your skull</div>
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and exposing the rest of your bones -</div>
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to pick out each root and fiber</div>
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and to deal with the blood and acrimony
that follows.</div>
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<br /></div>
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You're overgrown but not rotten, and
like bristlecone pines</div>
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you're alive even if you look mostly
dead.</div>
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The wind will erode you into something
new.</div>
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Something strange and anomalous, but
better.</div>
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<br /></div>
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You've started the hard work already -</div>
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you're pulling rhizomes from your toes.</div>
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Bluebells are weaving out from between
your ribs.</div>
You're making room for new things to
grow.Min (Thalia)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503909264289999989noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005978002586651447.post-63940939382754988902014-05-20T17:20:00.001-04:002014-05-20T17:30:13.366-04:00a poem<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: inherit;">i had a bad day so here have a bad poem about bad thoughts that i don't have the energy/will/life force to make better. nice.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: inherit;">and if you haven't read <a href="http://yourealllatefortea.blogspot.com/2014/05/cool-lady-knights-in-space-story.html">the story</a> i posted yet then that's a damn shame bc you're missing out something great (read: ridiculous), do not sleep on that story y'all</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: inherit;">ps listen to <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vD2VOboB18w">this song</a> or <a href="http://vimeo.com/42287894">this song</a> if you're sad</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: inherit;">-----------------------------------------------------------------------</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You cut all your hair</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">but now it’s not long enough</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">to pull in front of your face</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">when you’re crying.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You heave yourself up two flights</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">of the school stairs</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and you go so slow you’re not even winded</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">like normal.</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You get frowns for not smiling</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and people tell you to be okay</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">without even realizing</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">that you’re trying.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You leave yourself inside your head</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">for too long and it gets cold</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and foggy and dark in there and no one</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">can break it.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You talk to yourself with your head on your locker</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">in an empty hallway and it’s enough</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">weight gone to keep you up when you feel</span></span></div>
<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">like you’re dying.</span></span>Min (Thalia)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503909264289999989noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005978002586651447.post-18686833587632285062014-05-07T22:09:00.004-04:002014-05-07T22:09:53.490-04:00Cool Lady Knights IN SPACE - A Story<span style="color: #674ea7;">[spooky yet strangely funky tunes à la Ghostbusters begin to play from an ambiguous source as a cool teen who vaguely resembles an anime skeleton rises from her grave. that teen is me.]</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #674ea7;">What's up kids</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #674ea7;">I wrote this months ago and never got around to posting it, oops!! This was a story for school that had to be written with vocab words, so that's why it reads a little funny. I also went overboard? I just really like cool ladies and knights and dragons. Sorry I haven't been posting, school is busy as heck. Final exams are coming up but final projects are already HERE and READY TO PARTY!!! And by party I mean destroy me.</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #674ea7;">But yeah, this is the most I've written in several months and I WISH it weren't so but alas!!! When school is out maybe I'll get back in the game. I've wanted to for a while, I just have had no time, so this is all you're getting from me for now. Been tossing around a few poem drafts but nothing's flowing too well. Maybe because I also haven't had time to read as much.</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #674ea7;">Hope you all have been doing well!! <3</span><br />
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Lancelot was
still cowering in the second to last crater, twenty feet back.
Percival hadn't yet left the first one. Annie couldn't see Gawain,
but two minutes ago he had been using her as a human shield, so her
hopes for him weren't very high. Absolutely unsavory behavior,
really. She made eye contact with Arthur, six yards away behind
another boulder, and jerked her head to the side in the universal
“let's-go-kill-this-monster-so-we-can-go-home-and-sleep” motion.
Instead of nodding back in the usual “heck-yeah” response, he
grinned sheepishly and shook his head very quickly.</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“No thanks,”
their leader mouthed, and Annie's eyes rolled so hard they flung
themselves straight out of orbit and into frozen clutches of deep
space. So much for the valiance of knights.</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
A tap on her arm
and Iris was beside her. She was panting hard, breath misting on the
front of her helmet. Percival had been holding her back to “protect
him” (literally, he had wrapped his arms around Iris and refused to
let her go, despite the fact that she abhorred him and would have not
hesitated to throw him to the dogs), so how Iris had gotten up here
in a discreet manner was
simply another unsolved mystery of the universe. Annie patted her on
the shoulder and grinned. Iris winked back, exhaustion gone,
charming disposition back in an instant, and pointed in Arthur's
direction. Holly was now crouching next to him, both thumbs up.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Her crew all set
to go, Annie peeked out from behind the boulder at their adversary.
Originally it had taken the form of a bear-sized donkey with the head
of a whale, but now the thing had augmented itself to the size of a
small house and was starting to look like a pastel pink dragon, with
teal and yellow accents. Against the backdrop of swirling galaxies
and shining stars, it really didn't look as pernicious as its
official profile made it out to be. But then a space bird flew
overhead on its way to blow up another dying star and the dragon
torched it with a blast of purple fire and caught the burning carcass
in its jaws. Blood and feathers flew everywhere.</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Okay, that was
pretty vile.</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Rolling her
shoulders, Annie took a deep breath of the recycled air flowing
through her spacesuit, and then gave the signal. She and Holly
darted out into the open, while Iris opted to take advantage of the
lower gravity of the small moon and leap dramatically over the
boulder. In the slight reflection of her transparent bubble helmet,
Annie saw Arthur scramble to his feet and stare after them. She
waved back at him, and he slowly sank back down, his face sullen.
Not good. <i>He's going to make this out to look like mutiny in the
official report, isn't he?</i> Annie mused. <i>What a loser.</i></div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
For the mission
to turn out favorably they had to rely on the cowardice of the
Knights of Camelot, which wasn't exactly something any of them were
comfortable with, but it was constant. Even though the Knights were
renowned throughout space as being the bravest there were in terms of
monster hunting, during her time on their squad, Annie had found that
when faced with anything larger than a dog, the boys would adhere to
their doctrine of unnecessary
terror, hide together in a small huddle, and draw straws to see who
would have to go kill it. And then they would stall as long as
possible, while Annie and Iris placed bets on who would do something
useful first. And then usually it was Holly who got fed up and went
to go finish the job.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
But was it Holly
on all the posters and merchandise that decked the rooms of every
child this side of Andromeda? No, it was the cowering bunch of
idiots behind them. The boys looked good on paper, but in actuality,
they weren't a very good example for posterity. They belonged in a
TV drama, not actual deep space. Holly, Iris, and Annie did try to
respect their teammates, but for the most part they just feigned
obedience in front of higher-ups and did what they wanted the rest of
the time. And if anyone with a higher rank did notice their
transgressions against Arthur's command, they didn't say anything.
The ladies got the job done and that was really all that mattered.</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Arthur seemed to
realize this, and the longer the three girls were on his squad, the
more his dislike of them festered. While the predominant
monster-related course of action for the Knights seemed to be cower,
avoid, and then capture as quickly as possible (usually while
screaming or crying), the girls had very little trouble skipping the
first two steps. It also wasn't very difficult for them to capture
the monster – and only if beguiling it into stopping its rampage
didn't work – without the added hysterics.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Which was, in
fact, what they were doing right now, while Arthur tried to burn
holes in their helmets with his eyes.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Annie lift an
arm and waved at the pink dragon. “Hi.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The dragon
stopped crushing the fancy moon rovers t that surrounded it and
looked at her, unblinking.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“I'm Iris,”
Iris offered cheerfully. The pink space dragon swooped its head
around to her and she smiled wider. “These are my friends Holly
and Annie. What's your name? The file said your classification was
NNN888 but that's boring and hard to say.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The dragon made
a gurgling noise and misty blue smoke began to rise from its
nostrils.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Iris nodded
sagely. “That's okay, buddy. Take your time.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The dragon
unhinged its jaw and Annie tackled Iris out of the way of another
stream of purple fire. Apparently their dragon friend was going to
be unwieldy.</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Hey, dragon,
can you not torch those two?” Holly frowned and crossed her arms.
“Also, the whole crushing thing? With the moon rovers? Cut it
out.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“It would be
much appreciated,” Annie wheezed as Iris pushed her off and she
rolled across the moon's dusty surface.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The dragon
looked like it was unsure of who to snarl at. “Why?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“So you <i>can</i>
talk!” Iris cheered in delight and then lightly sprung way from the
fire shot at her. Holly leveled the tranquilizer gun at the dragon
and looked at Annie for permission. She shook her head and Holly
nodded in recognition, but didn't lower the gun.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Annie heaved
herself back to her feet and stared at the dragon. It hadn't been
crushing the rovers with much enthusiasm. Usually the beasts they
faced took great joy in causing calamities, but their dragon friend
was only halfheartedly destroying the precious science. It was also
shapeshifter, obviously, but they weren't native to this star system.
So that meant...</div>
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<br />
</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Dude.”
Annie waved her arms to get the dragon's attention again. Before she
was turned into crispy dragon snack food, she tapped a button on her
arm and a small hologram star chart popped up. “Do you need a ride
home?”</div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">Note down here because I didn't want to put it up top but I'm getting published in a cool thing SHH DON'T TELL it's nothing that big but I'm excited because it's my first time getting anything published!!! yeehaw</span></div>
Min (Thalia)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503909264289999989noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005978002586651447.post-75405657057749367022014-01-16T17:31:00.001-05:002014-01-16T17:31:48.095-05:00Team - Lorde<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Even the comatose</i></div>
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<i>They don't dance and tell</i></div>
Min (Thalia)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503909264289999989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005978002586651447.post-26533549959823619392013-12-31T19:43:00.002-05:002013-12-31T19:44:23.937-05:00Pushing Up Daisies - Part Three<span style="color: #0b5394;">did you think i forgot about this story? because let me tell you a thing</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #0b5394;">i did forget. until like three days ago.</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #0b5394;">sorry this is short and sorry if anyone is out of character and and sorry that all the scenes seem rushed and sorry about any typos!!! i didn't edit and i wanted to post it before the new year (it's still 2013 where i am) and i'm leaving in like 15 minutes so i rushed a lot. and i'm bad at writing other people's characters, which is why i don't write star trek fanfiction.</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #0b5394;">also i wrote this in two days.</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #0b5394;">happy NYE.</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"><br /></span>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Thalia
wiped her hand across her face, nose crinkling with disgust as the
blood just smeared instead of coming off. She slid her sword back
into its sheath and rolled her shoulders. A series of sharp cracks
sounded as she twisted from side to side, hands massaging the muscles
at the base of her neck.</span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Then
she looked down at the man lying at her feet.</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">It
was the guy in the wife-beater from earlier – earlier, in this
case, being about three minutes ago. The gate to the restricted
section of the cemetery led into a low, narrow tunnel, and Thalia
hadn't even made it halfway to the door at the other end before the
knife made sliced open her upper arm and the man was on her.
Apparently he had not been as unconscious as she had thought. And
now he had a sword wound in his leg and was glaring up at her.</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">She
stepped around him carefully and tossed him a look over her shoulder
to make sure he wasn't going anywhere. “Tell me, do you have a
family? Friends? People who would miss your continued existence?”</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">Don't
have much time for that sorta thing when I'm so busy chasing down
little brats like you.” The words were spat at Thalia's back and
she could feel the contempt in them dripping down her spine, and she
made a humming noise in agreement.</span></span></span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">No,
I suppose not.”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">I
know someone who's looking for you.” Thalia stilled, halfway bent
over, one knee pressing into the cold floor, fingers brushing the
handle of the man's knife. Her blood was still glistening on the
blade.</span></span></span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Something
was tapping on the walls of her mind again, this time from the
inside. A warning bell. “I'm sorry?” she murmured softly. “Who
would that be?”</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">The
man's tone changed, rough and seething hatred replaced by slippery
threats and the smug confidence of knowing more than she did. “Dunno
'is name. Didn't ask. Didn't need to know. Said he would pay
pretty well if I brought you to 'im. Said he had somethin' that
would interest you, make you want to go.” Absentmindedly, she
began caressing the knife's handle, tilting her head slightly as she
listened. “A friend of yours. Didn't say their name. Just said a
friend.”</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mmm?”
The curved handle fit poorly into her palm. It was meant for
larger, thicker hands than her own.</span></span></span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">The
man behind her was struggling to his feet. The sound of his heavy,
damp breaths filled the tight space, punctuated by the dripping noise
of his blood onto the stone below. He had loud footsteps.</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">Is
that all you know?” Thalia kept her voice soft and measured.
Blood was oozing in rivulets down her left arm, and there was a
throbbing pain in her lower back from where the man's fist had made
contact before. It beat in time with the drum in her head.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Another
footstep. “No, I know that the reward ain't worth it.” She
inhaled through her nose, exhaled through her mouth. “I know that
you are going to have a lovely scream.” She licked her lips and
let her eyes drift close. “I know that I'm goin' to have a great
time bashing you around before–”</span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">In
one motion, Thalia stood and whipped around, her right hand leading.
Blood sprayed the wall, her jacket, her face. The man fixed her with
bright, confused eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, to
scream, to curse her, but all that came out was a faint gurgling.
Thalia smiled grimly as he fell to the floor. His hands scrambled at
his throat, trying to comprehend that it had been decorated with a
deep, bright gash. His blood started to pool around him. The
gurgling noise continued.</span></span></div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">She
let the blade slip disdainfully from her fingers. A soft chiming sounded from it as it hit the ground.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">March
shouldered open the front door of the Manor and threw an unconscious
Billy inside. He sprawled across the foyer, groaning.</span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">Shut
up,” March muttered. She kicked his head when she passed, fully
knocking him out again. A soft cough reached her ears, and she
flicked her bright red hair out of her eyes to look.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Israel
Elysium was leaning against the doorframe in front of her, one
eyebrow raised. He gestured to Billy. “Are you going to explain?”</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">Get
your shotgun,” March said by way of greeting. “Get some other
people too, if you can. We might need help. Also, throw this kid in
a closet.”</span></span></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm
still waiting for you to tell me why you threw this poor, innocent
citizen on my floor.”</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">In
three swift steps March closed the distance between them and pressed
the edge of her frying pan menacingly into his chest. “Listen up,
numbskull. Thal is in trouble, yeah? We need to help her.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Israel's
eyes narrowed. “Sorry, but hasn't Circe been M.I.A. for the past
eighteen months?”</span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">Don't
call her that. Don't. She's your friend.”</span></span></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm
just trying to figure out how this all works – she shows up out of
nowhere after a year and a half of no contact whatsoever, I'm
guessing giving you no explanation as to why, and now we're supposed
to gather the cavalry and go charging into save her? She is my
friend. I care about her.” March dug the frying pan deeper into
his ribs. Israel sighed deeply and gently pushed her back. She let
him, and the pressure on his chest eased up. “But I don't want to
put anyone into any danger unless we know what's going on.”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">She
wouldn't have dropped contact without a good reason, Israel. You
know that. Remember that time she decided she wanted to be a
reindeer herder in Finland?”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">Yeah.”
He laughed despite himself. Lying about somewhere was the envelope
Thalia had sent them, covered with unnecessary stamps, bulging with
polaroids of her and her reindeer. “God, that was a train wreck.”</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">March
nodded solemnly in agreement. “It was. I'm pretty sure at least
three people died. But she was only out of contact for three months.
Something must have kept her this time.”</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">Did
she tell you anything?”</span></span></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">No,
we didn't have much time–”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then–”</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">March
let out a sharp, angry huff. “Look, cheeseball. Thalia's trying
to be all cool and James-Bond-y and pretend like she can go at it
alone, but really we all know she's more of a Q-type at heart, and
dammit, I don't know where she is or where she's been or what she's
gotten herself into now, and for all I know she's probably killed a
man since I left her. I'm worried. Whatever was going on was not
even our usual brand of fucked up. It's, like, <i>extremely</i>
fucked up. I'm going to go check it out, whether or not you or
anyone else comes with me. But I <i>would</i> appreciate the backup,
got it?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Israel
stared down the small, angry girl in front of him. “...<i>Cheeseball</i>?”
was all he said.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Smiling,
March stepped away and turned back towards the fallen form of Billy.
“We head out in half an hour.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">The
first thing that Thalia registered when she stepped out the other
side of the tunnel was that she could still hear the rain, but she
could not feel it. Her gaze was drawn up and it was like diving
underwater during a thunderstorm and looking back at the surface.
The rain stopped falling just below the top of the wall, making tiny
rings in the air.</span></span></div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">The
next thing she registered was that it was warm in there. Far warmer
than it was outside or in the tunnel. Perspiration was already
starting to bead on her upper lip and temples.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">The
third thing she registered was that her sword was in her hand and
that she thrust to the left just as the ghost – shrieking, and
reaching towards her menacingly – got within striking distance.
The ghost exploded at the same time pain exploded in her back and
voices exploded in her head, and Thalia dropped to one knee,
breathing heavily.</span></span></div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">She
looked up. Her face - gaunt, blood-spattered, streaked with
rain-ruined eyeliner – was reflected back at her hundreds of times
from hundreds of angles in the pearly bodies that were floating
around her.</span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">A
breathy, humorless laugh escaped her. She dug the tip of her sword
into the soft earth and used it to heave herself to her feet.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>And we're much too young of men</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>To carry such heavy heads</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>And tonight for the first time</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>It felt good to be alive</i></span></div>
Min (Thalia)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503909264289999989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005978002586651447.post-34729899839428784482013-11-15T16:33:00.000-05:002013-11-15T16:33:20.319-05:00Ne Me Quitte Pas - Regina Spektor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>And in the gardens I get lost</i></div>
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<i>That is unless I'm getting found</i></div>
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<i>And if you are the ghost of New York City</i></div>
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<i>Won't you stick around?</i></div>
Min (Thalia)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503909264289999989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005978002586651447.post-17951881752372920442013-11-03T18:08:00.000-05:002013-11-03T19:32:52.806-05:00The Limitations of MeTemporary blog title change until I can decide on something better!!! I'm super indecisive okay<br />
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It comes from the "Frobisher's Letter" scene of Cloud Atlas (or, as I call it, the china shop scene), which I just watched on Friday night and I am still not over it. I will never be over it. That movie was gorgeous and heart wrenching and I love it and I'm in pain. Wow.<br />
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The full line is "My life extends far beyond the limitations of me" but that didn't fit.<br />
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Here's the scene I'm talking about (warning: there are NSFW parts)<br />
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<br />Min (Thalia)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503909264289999989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005978002586651447.post-58610345090358677752013-10-15T21:53:00.000-04:002013-10-16T15:23:30.586-04:00YOOOOO ANNOUNCEMENTS<span style="color: #134f5c;">Hey!!!</span><br />
<span style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #134f5c;">So I just wanted to give you all an update about what's happening with this blog and the writing currently on it, as it's been a while since I've done one of those.</span><br />
<span style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #134f5c;"><b>First off:</b> THE TITLE OF THIS BLOG WILL BE CHANGING</span><br />
<span style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #134f5c;">Not the URL, just the title. I'm going to go from "You're All Late For Tea!" to one of four options:</span><br />
<ul>
<li><span style="color: #134f5c;">"I, Astrophil"</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #134f5c;">"1500 Years Late With Starbucks"</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #134f5c;">"To Boldly Go"</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #134f5c;">"Ex Astris, Scientia"</span></li>
</ul>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">I haven't decided which yet. If you like one best, feel free to tell me? That probably won't end up influencing my decision though. And yes, two of those are Star Trek references. No, I don't care.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;"><b>Secondly:</b> I'M SORRY ABOUT THE LACK OF STORIES</span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">There are multiple reasons for this. This first and foremost is that last year, I participated for the second and last time (I'm too old now) in a state writing competition. There were three big tournaments, and meetings with my school's team every week. I ended up wining the whole thing, which was super amazing! But I was writing stories. Stories based on prompts that I had to write in 40 minutes (except at the state tournament - then we had 35 minutes for the first three rounds, and 30 for the fourth one). So that took a lot out of me! I've had trouble writing finished stories since. I'm not sure why.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">Eventually I will type up my favorite stories that I wrote last year (of the practice ones - I will post ALL the tournament ones). I'll write more about those when I post the first one, which hopefully will be soon, once I get some housekeeping done.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">I've been writing a couple other stories too, although it is slow going. I'm very very busy this year, so please be patient!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">As for all my fanfictions - please be even more patient with those. They're kind of on the back-burner right now.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;"><b>Thirdly:</b> I AM SUPER BUSY</span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">I do NOT have a lot of time at all this year. All of the poems I've posted since the start of the school year have been written on the weekends, or super late at night when I should be sleeping but can't. So please be patient with my sporadic posting. Sleep and school comes before anything else.</span><br />
<span style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #134f5c;"><b>Fourthly:</b> MUSIC</span><br />
<span style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #134f5c;">I really really like music. I might have some questionable choices sometimes but for the most part my taste in music is PRETTY DAMN GOOD (thanks Mom and Dad!!). So I'm going to post a song or two every week, maybe with my favorite lyrics from the song too. You don't have to listen to them, but I like to share things I like!!</span><br />
<span style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #134f5c;">So that's it. That's all I have to say. I have no way to end this.</span><br />
<span style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #134f5c;">Here's a song!</span><br />
<span style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span>
<b><span style="color: #134f5c;">Beautiful Machine (Parts 3-4) by The Apples In Stereo</span></b><br />
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<u>Anatomy</u></div>
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<br /></div>
<div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
a monster lives inside of me</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
she made her home in my chest</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
for a long time she was angry</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
and she woke me from my rest</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
but i made my peace with her</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
just over a year ago</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
she's no longer mad, but she won't
leave</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
and that's all i really know</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
there's a demon in my stomach</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
but from there she strays, she makes
trips</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
and all my offerings of peace</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
have fallen dead from my lips</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
i feel her in my muscles, sometimes,</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
in my throat and in my head</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
i don't think she will ever go away</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
so i'll just live with her instead</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
there's a ghost that lives close</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
just under my first layer of skin</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
she's friends with the demon half the
time</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
and sometimes i feel her sagging in</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
i do not know whose she is</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
but maybe she is mine</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
mostly she's quiet, just humming,
buzzing,</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
and i can deal with that just fine</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
a skeleton lives in my bones</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
she wormed her way inside</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
sometimes if i feel too stiff or full</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
i know that she is why</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
i don't know why she's here</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
i already have a skeleton of my own</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
she doesn't speak or make any noise</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
just gives me a second set of bones</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
a monster lives inside of me</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
she made her home in my chest</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
sometimes, now, late at night</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
i'll be awake while she's at rest</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
she's heavier then, i think,</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
while i carry the weight of us both</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
and remember how i was, how i am,</div>
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and hope, and hope, and hope</div>
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Min (Thalia)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503909264289999989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005978002586651447.post-64847220902031860872013-10-06T17:43:00.001-04:002013-10-07T15:22:55.738-04:00The Crooked Thing - A PoemTitle is from "Brown Penny" by W.B. Yeats (favorite poem go read it).<br />
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Also, this poem is trash and rhyming is hard.<br />
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EVERYTHING HAPPENS SO MUCH<br />
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<u>The Crooked Thing</u></div>
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There is no pressure in my chest<br />
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Or lively chorus from therein</div>
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No thoughts of another will plague my
rest</div>
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No feeling of fire on my skin</div>
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My heart will not go dancing, no</div>
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Nothing quite enough to catch my gaze</div>
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I don't know much, but of what I do
know</div>
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It is a silly, foolish, self-induced
haze</div>
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<br /></div>
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Nothing last for everything</div>
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Adolescent feelings not exempt</div>
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So tell me then, would you, why</div>
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Would I let my heart strings get so
unkempt?</div>
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<br /></div>
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And if I read tall tales of love</div>
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And shining knights saving the day</div>
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And archetypes dying for thereof</div>
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If you saw, what would you say?</div>
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<br /></div>
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I was not lying, do not accuse</div>
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I do not know that feeling</div>
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And after it has simply become a bruise</div>
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My heart will not go beating</div>
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<br /></div>
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I can smile as the stories of others</div>
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But I do not wish for one of my own</div>
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For my favorite stories are of sisters,
brothers</div>
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Friendship, not love, written in stone</div>
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<br /></div>
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You yearn someone else, you let them in</div>
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And I watch as you lower down your
walls</div>
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And perhaps my silence was the greatest
sin</div>
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As once again I watch you tumble and
fall</div>
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<br /></div>
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But I am gentle, I do my best</div>
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Not to cast such notions so far away</div>
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Yet again you longed for the beating
within another's chest</div>
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And if it is foolish to me, what should
I say?</div>
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<br /></div>
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So through all the knives and tender
lies</div>
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I will keep my chin held aloft</div>
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And when I break, there won't be
butterflies</div>
For I'd rather be filled with waspsMin (Thalia)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503909264289999989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005978002586651447.post-51590504598053003022013-09-15T00:51:00.000-04:002013-09-15T00:56:28.196-04:00You (A Story About Me) - A Poem<span style="color: #134f5c;">hey kiddo</span><br />
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You (A Story About Me)</div>
<br />
and there can be magic<br />
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late at night</div>
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as you lie on your side</div>
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in bed</div>
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but it's not always good</div>
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not always light</div>
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as it pounds and screams</div>
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and tears at your head</div>
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<br /></div>
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and there will be those</div>
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who will ask you</div>
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why you don't just</div>
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turn it off</div>
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but it's not easy</div>
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not something you can do</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
as you shudder and sob and try</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
to remember that you're ninety-three
percent star stuff</div>
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<br /></div>
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and you will answer</div>
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with a half-tried smile</div>
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with a mantra you've been repeating</div>
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inside of your head</div>
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with something you haven't</div>
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believed for quite a while</div>
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but most will agree with you</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
even though they were lies that you
said</div>
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<br /></div>
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and you will eventually find</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
the courage for honesty</div>
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some won't like that</div>
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some will call it a bluff</div>
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but even if you find</div>
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your confession is a soliloquy</div>
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don't worry, don't fret</div>
you're ninety-three percent star stuffMin (Thalia)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503909264289999989noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005978002586651447.post-67511026455750890632013-06-29T19:46:00.001-04:002013-06-29T19:47:19.152-04:00An Observational Statement About the Tedious Circumstance of Being Alive from the Viewpoint of a Household Cat - A Poem<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: inherit;">Sometimes I write things with unnecessarily long titles, and sometimes I write things with necessarily long titles. This is an example of the latter.</span><br />
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<u><span style="font-family: inherit;">An Observational Statement About the
Tedious Circumstance of Being Alive from the Viewpoint of a Household
Cat</span></u></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">i am</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">a cat</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">i am not</span></div>
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</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">a human</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">i do not have</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">carefully laid plans</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">nor</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">a voice in</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">the world</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">and that should</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">bother me</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">perhaps make me</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">upset</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">but aside from</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">the institutionalized ennui</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">of my</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">current existence</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">i find</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">i am</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">content</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">with taking</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">your chair</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">and getting fur</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">on your best suit</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">five minutes before</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">you leave</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">for an important meeting</span></div>
Min (Thalia)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503909264289999989noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005978002586651447.post-31497990228448006222013-06-18T15:59:00.001-04:002013-06-18T16:00:05.014-04:00*FERVENTLY TAPS THE MICROPHONE*HELLO YES<br />
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LOOK WHAT JUST ARRIVED<br />
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MY ENTIRE LIFE HAS BEEN LEADING UP TO THIS MOMENT<br />
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Neil Gaiman signed this book. Neil Gaiman. Signed. This. Book.</div>
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Neil Gaiman</div>
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this</div>
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book.</div>
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Someday I'll write a thing about what Neil Gaiman means to me/why he and his books mean so much to me.* But for today I'm just going to say please please please read his books. Read this one. Read any of them. Just...read them. They are so so beautiful.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*To give perspective, Derek Landy has caused many good things in my life and means a lot to me, but Neil Gaiman means about 60x that or more.</span></div>
Min (Thalia)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503909264289999989noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005978002586651447.post-12297008202971751272013-06-17T23:05:00.001-04:002013-06-17T23:05:48.689-04:00*taps microphone*Um hello yes<br />
<br />
<i>The Ocean at the End of the Lane</i> by Neil Gaiman comes out tomorrow (June 18, which at time of posting, is in 55 minutes for me)<br />
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and<br />
<br />
I have been wailing this song at the top of my lungs all day<br />
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Thank you for your time goodbyeMin (Thalia)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503909264289999989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005978002586651447.post-51878556556700683442013-05-19T23:10:00.000-04:002013-05-19T23:10:04.068-04:00What Art Has Taught Me - A PoemCopy change of <a href="http://www.wilstedandtaylor.com/portfolio/ephemera/mother.html">What My Mother Taught Me by Melody Lacina.</a><br />
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It's late and I wrote this in approximately ten minutes and it's bad and I'm too tired to be thinking in flowy language. At least it's honest I guess.<br />
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<u>What Art Has Taught Me</u></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-69e96a99-bfe9-79f7-9c48-7b1c511fa8fc" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></b><br />
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-69e96a99-bfe9-79f7-9c48-7b1c511fa8fc" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">On sheafs of snowy college rule paper,</span></span></b></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<b id="docs-internal-guid-69e96a99-bfe9-79f7-9c48-7b1c511fa8fc" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the little red line shows where notes end</span></span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-69e96a99-bfe9-79f7-9c48-7b1c511fa8fc" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and doodles begin.</span></span></b></div>
<b id="docs-internal-guid-69e96a99-bfe9-79f7-9c48-7b1c511fa8fc" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Take pictures when you see</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">or think</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">of something beautiful.</span></div>
<br /><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Don’t be afraid to feel things sometimes.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It’s okay if your tears blur the pen ink</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and it’s better to tear up paper than to tear up yourself.</span></div>
<br /><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Be aware of the world around you and pay attention to little things,</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">like orange rivers spilling out into a cat’s yellow irises,</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">or the way the light is hitting the elderly couple in the café corner.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Care too much about everything.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It hurts your heart a lot</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">but at least you can say you tried.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Carry some sort of notebook everywhere.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Immortalize the world around you in quick sketches</span></div>
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<br />Min (Thalia)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503909264289999989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005978002586651447.post-63510997924466847662013-04-29T23:38:00.002-04:002013-05-04T11:30:30.019-04:00This I Believe - A Poem<span style="color: #0b5394;">Boop.</span><br />
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-486bc85e-5904-316c-0f99-d397d8519080" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><u>This I Believe</u></span></span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-486bc85e-5904-316c-0f99-d397d8519080" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-486bc85e-5904-316c-0f99-d397d8519080" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I believe in logic and reason and fairytales.</span></span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-486bc85e-5904-316c-0f99-d397d8519080" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I believe that princesses are capable of rescuing themselves,</span></span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-486bc85e-5904-316c-0f99-d397d8519080" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">thank you very much,</span></span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-486bc85e-5904-316c-0f99-d397d8519080" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and the best princes are the ones who look</span></span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-486bc85e-5904-316c-0f99-d397d8519080" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">like they were raised in a library, not a castle. </span></span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-486bc85e-5904-316c-0f99-d397d8519080" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I believe that knowledge is the air I breathe but that I would still</span></span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-486bc85e-5904-316c-0f99-d397d8519080" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">be a Gryffindor if my Hogwarts letter ever arrives.</span></span></b></div>
<b id="docs-internal-guid-486bc85e-5904-316c-0f99-d397d8519080" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-486bc85e-5904-316c-0f99-d397d8519080" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I believe that Thomas Edison was an idiot and a conman, and that</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">the utter lack of Nikola Tesla in the books we use</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">to teach our kids about the past is obscene.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I believe in strength comes in different flavors -</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Queen Elizabeth I of England was just as fantastic</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and daring dangerous as Ching Shih.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Julie d’Aubigny would have been one of Shakespeare’s muses.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I believe in taking lessons from the past but not pretending</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">that the past is over,</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">because I believe the past has already happened,</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">is still happening,</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and will happen all our lives -</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">that time is happening all at once and if we just had a force strong enough,</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">we could break through and see what really happened</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and what’s in store.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But mostly, I believe that history is an unforgiving mistress.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I believe that the quantum theory is correct</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and nothing tangible exists until it is observed,</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and so the same must be true of the intangible -</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">of love and trust and human resilience.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I believe that music is the one language that everyone speaks</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and that it will never die out.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I believe in a god who doesn’t exist anymore</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and a god who only exists when I want her to</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and that there will be no pearly gates at the end.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The afterlife is what we decide it to be</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and some people don’t want to live again -</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">they just want to go to sleep</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">for a long, long time.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I believe that H.P. Lovecraft told it like it is,</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">that W.B. Yeats was a master wordsmith,</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">that J.K. Rowling is the cornerstone of my childhood,</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and so it must be true that people who go by two initials</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">have a better sense of the world than most everyone else.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And of course, J.R.R. Tolkien had the good sense to go by three</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">instead of two, and that’s why he spent time talking to the trees -</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">because he knew they knew what we did not.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And I believe that this world is a senseless and random</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">repeating pattern of elaborate nonsense that only makes sense</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">when looks at in pieces and not as a whole.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And those pieces will never fit together.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I believe in rainy days and rubber boots</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and lazy summer afternoons spent sleeping under the bookshelf.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I believe in folk songs mixed with alternative rock, punctuated</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">every now and again by Bach or jazz or the Beatles,</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">in ancient mythologies moving alongside detective thrillers.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I believe that if I don’t drink coffee I’ll never grow up,</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and in drinking hot tea all year long.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I believe in the possible and impossible,</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">the probable and the improbable.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I never believed in Santa but always in Peter Pan.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I believe in good TV and bad TV and that</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Steven Moffat really needs to leave </span><span style="font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Doctor Who</span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> already.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I believe that Sir Arthur Conan Doyle</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">would hate every single one of us and I hope whoever built his coffin</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">had enough sense to add in space for the all turning</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">he’d be doing.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I believe the sunsets really were brighter and the trees taller when I was little.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I believe the sunsets are fiercer and the trees wiser now that I’ve grown some.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I believe that the only thing that smells better than old books</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">is the interior of a car that’s been sitting out in the sun for hours.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">At the end, though, I believe I only believe a lot of things when I have to think about it</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and that in general</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I just believe in sem</span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">icolons</span></span></div>
<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and ampersands.</span></span></b>Min (Thalia)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503909264289999989noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005978002586651447.post-61490838997075584712013-04-24T22:52:00.001-04:002013-04-25T17:34:06.761-04:00My Starry Nights - A Poem<span style="color: #0b5394;">Um. Written for class based on the prompt, "You don't know it yet, _______, but..."</span><br />
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-65fbc326-431d-e62f-1f3f-83bf3ede54bb" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You don’t know it yet, Vincent van Gogh,</span></span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-65fbc326-431d-e62f-1f3f-83bf3ede54bb" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">but I will not be you.</span></span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-65fbc326-431d-e62f-1f3f-83bf3ede54bb" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The girl from a year ago could be seen</span></span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-65fbc326-431d-e62f-1f3f-83bf3ede54bb" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">as the female shadow cast by the ghost</span></span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-65fbc326-431d-e62f-1f3f-83bf3ede54bb" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">of a young you - overly emotional and insecure</span></span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-65fbc326-431d-e62f-1f3f-83bf3ede54bb" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">about literally everything - but I</span></span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-65fbc326-431d-e62f-1f3f-83bf3ede54bb" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">am no longer that girl.</span></span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-65fbc326-431d-e62f-1f3f-83bf3ede54bb" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A year is a year is a lifetime is an infinity,</span></span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-65fbc326-431d-e62f-1f3f-83bf3ede54bb" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and infinity has a way about it that changes</span></span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-65fbc326-431d-e62f-1f3f-83bf3ede54bb" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">those who it touches.</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am still a suffering artist - and how strange!</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">How strange it is indeed</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">for one so young to label herself as such, but alas,</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Vincent,</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">that is a link between us</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am willing to admit survives.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For while I am mad, I will not go mad, per se,</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">in the manner in which you</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">so fantastically did. I’m mad</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">at the world, Vincent, and did you know?</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I’m mad at how beautiful it is -</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">so fully, infallibly beautiful -</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">because tell me,</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">my dear,</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">what should be allowed</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">to shine so brightly despite all</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">those trying to dirty it with lies</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and crimes and murder?</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And it is that anger, that unjust</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and righteous anger,</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">that fuels my fervent and fanatical love</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">of art and all that it encompasses.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I wonder -</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">did you not once feel the same?</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I made art my religion, Vincent,</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">a long, long time ago.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I will not succumb to the world and allow it</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">to swallow my passion as you did.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I knew when I first heard of you that</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">in you, I could see myself, and</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">that would be alright, but I also</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">saw myself as you, in the end,</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">alone with your sunflowers.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The girl from a year ago could still see that,</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">see herself alone in a cornfield,</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">letting the winds of time weather</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">her to nothing, “for the good of all.”</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But as I told you, Vincent,</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">she is no longer the one calling the shots.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I will not be you, not wholly.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I carry a part of you but not enough</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">for me to choose to walk to you in the end.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I will not be a post-impressionist, for I</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">will leave an impression, and leave it loudly</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and boldly for everyone to know.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I will make art, Vincent van Gogh, and I’ll be dead</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">before anyone tells me my art wasn’t alive.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I will be your antithesis, your counterbalance,</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">or, at least, I will do my best to be.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And someday I hope to stroll past</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the Café Terrace at Night and see</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the beauty that you once saw.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And it’s the years that separate us that</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">have given me a truly unfair advantage</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">in my quest not to be you, for</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am able to look farther into the sky</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">than you were ever allowed.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I can see with my own eyes</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the sprawling expanses of billions of years</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">of untold history captured in the swirls</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and intricate wrinkles of the starry nights</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">that you were only able to imagine with paint.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And let me tell you -</span></div>
<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">it is beautiful.</span></span></b></div>
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