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Debut of the Northern LightsAurora glides down the spiraling constellation, elegantly attired in her shimmering gown of 10,000 tiny galaxies.Debut of the Northern Lights
Slipping suddenly, Miss Borealis tears a black hole into her train as she stumbles
down the stars, falling into the arms of handsome Mr. Ozone, causing quite the scandal among the bored angels flittering about the celestial parlor!
in Open 1w 2d ago
Rosy DilEnchanted Rosy Dil sits at her loomRosy Dil
and weaves a shawl from silver sky and dream; her frightened tenants trade nightmare for room,
and perhaps a scoop of her famed ice cream.
One angel protects this landlady fair: in market, across the candlelit hall, near the inn, and from those living upstairs who believe Rosy should not wake at all.
Sleeping Beauty weaves a shimmering shawl to keep her warm in the land of the dead; as she waits to cross the river, she calls out quick, her eyes clouded with tears unshed.
A strange twist: She longs for
in Sonnet on 6/16/08
Essay No. 1, Fall 2005Peeling Away the Psyche: The Effects of Isolation in “The Yellow Wallpaper”Essay No. 1, Fall 2005
The effects of isolation and neglect can chip away at one’s psyche. However, for the anxious housewife in Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s “The Yellow Wallpaper,” such conditions shred the coils of her mind into bits of confetti. Stricken with a nervous illness, the unnamed woman finds herself whisked away to a country estate by her physician husband to rest and “recover;” unfortunately, she instantly recoils in disgust at the faded, peeling yellow wallpaper adorning the walls of the couple’s bedroom at the retreat.
in Essays on 6/13/08
Untitled Spark No. 5I wish I could squeeze my brainUntitled Spark No. 5
like a tube of toothpaste, iron the wrinkles, fold into its place, where it's warm.
My blanket
is yellow and gray,
a faded puppy (yip, yip, yes?) to comfort the cowardly lion
in the closet.
There was a string
of shadow planets, all chiffon, all Spring.
I was young once, longing for a flight of stairs
to tumble down, to love,
to lose, to move on:
New Orleans, Tallahassee, back again, Los Angeles,
where it's always warm, yet somehow cold.
in Open on 6/13/08
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Stalking Angels Every time Isaiah Schroeder saw the angel that stalked him, he wrote about it in an orange notebook. Within thirty days of their first encounter, Isaiah had documented that she had done the following:Stalking Angels
1. Talked a lot. 1a. Said his name often, like she was pleased she remembered it. 2. Rearranged the furniture in his bedroom. 3. Did his math homework for him. 3a. Answered ‘false’ when asked to graph y=2x2+ ½ 3b. received full credit when checked by his math teacher. 4. Took
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- Websitehttp://www.mirror-blue.org
- Emailunderwaterlily@gmail.com
- AIMa starlit garden
- Current Age: 28
- Current Residence: A forest, with trees so dense and high they look like mountains.
- Favourite movie: Currently? Raspy Batman voice aside, I'd have to say "The Dark Knight."
- Operating System: Mac OS X
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"Live those dreams, play with them, build altars to them. It is not yet the ideal, but it points in the right direction."
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taco love.
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"Live those dreams, play with them, build altars to them. It is not yet the ideal, but it points in the right direction."
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Sona si latine loqueris.
"Anybody remotely interesting is mad, in some way or another." The Doctor
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"Live those dreams, play with them, build altars to them. It is not yet the ideal, but it points in the right direction."
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the one who likes blinding colors.
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"Live those dreams, play with them, build altars to them. It is not yet the ideal, but it points in the right direction."
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"Live those dreams, play with them, build altars to them. It is not yet the ideal, but it points in the right direction."
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I am Lit', therefore, I am!
I don't want to outright discuss these things, but perhaps some clarification is necessary? Either way, I've scrapped the poem until I can revise it, heh.
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"Live those dreams, play with them, build altars to them. It is not yet the ideal, but it points in the right direction."
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Stupid ad »» PUSH
.:Analyse|Synthesize|Improvise:.
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"Live those dreams, play with them, build altars to them. It is not yet the ideal, but it points in the right direction."
thanks for the friendship & faves!!
Oh, man, I didn't get to see the end. I'll have to rent it! I loved the first half, then I allowed myself to be distracted by teh internetz, heh.
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"Live those dreams, play with them, build altars to them. It is not yet the ideal, but it points in the right direction."
PS: Dead Again is one of my favorite movies! Love the twist.
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