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Calling
by ~mtroubadour
SwirlsThe second snow was like flowers, said the woman. Her husband, who was looking after the animals, said nothing. Lilith grinned; she smelled blood on the woman, the reason for his distance; she followed. While snowflakes melted on the man's head, they were relieving each other's discomfort in the hut. Emerging from ecstasy, mouth covered in blood, Lilith heard the man snarl at her - not recognizing who she was, though certainly what. She didn't know what to do but flee. Thought of her lover, the sweet fire of his caresses; thought of the children she would lose, and cursed all angels. Swirls
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DesperateThe first snow settled on the cold earth. A little way off (for the world was still growing) the ice giants were grumbling about the old days. Lilith, wrapped in her lover's heavy cloak, watched the man and the woman from the trees. The woman was interested in snow; the man drew her back into shelter. At that, Lilith returned to her cold cave. The pain from her empty womb gnawed at her. She chased it away by cursing him, his pride and his self-love. No child of hers would live, no son of earth or of fire. She and men and angels - or demons? - chained together, in the beginning of things. Desperate
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ColdIt is not rain now but cold that leaves its mark on the city. The roads are whitewashed with melted salt. Unrusted metal almost weds to the skin. Times like these I could open my breast and let the cold, the wild cold, enter me. But no - my stomach jolts, brings me back from the sketch world. My feet only pedal at the empty sky when I can't hear them calling. This is when I know, intuitively, I belong to the written word more than this day as thin and brilliant as ice. O my true mother and father, where? Cold
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Something out of a Gaiman short story

Sun Dec 27, 2009, 12:26 PM
  • Mood: Seasonal
... only instead of yellow-and-black streetlights and smoky streets, a crisp winter day with the sun melting frost leaving long pale shadows. But exactly like one, nevertheless.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a man - of medium height, rail-thin, shoulder-length dark hair that hid his face - walk behind a tree and vanish. I did not see where he had come from. It should have been an optical illusion, only...

And here ends my attempt to be like every other weird denizen of dA, he/she of the drifting silk scarf mind.

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"You can't say no to Hope
Can't say No to Happiness" - Bjork, "Alarm Call"

Ridiculously optimistic, but that's what I have right now.

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~Black-Crow000 18 hours 36 minutes ago
thnx for fav:0

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~mtroubadour 17 hours 5 minutes ago
You're welcome.

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~Chokore-to Dec 1, 2009, 4:16:33 PM
Aie, silly me;
I was going to link you to a poem that YOU wrote!

I am somewhat embarrassed. xD
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~mtroubadour Dec 2, 2009, 11:44:13 AM
LOL. Though I have found this collection enjoyable:

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~Listening-to-Myself Nov 23, 2009, 4:56:20 PM
Oh, oh!

I recognize THAT email address!

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~mtroubadour Nov 24, 2009, 3:29:18 PM
HEYHEYHEY

For a sec I thought you meant "Oh," as in "trouble"...
Which is what I'm up to, up to the neck in, in French. D: Though working hard for the local GSA, I think you'll be glad to hear. How involved were you, way back when?

Also, there ought to be a synonym for "serendipity".
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~Listening-to-Myself Nov 24, 2009, 4:29:21 PM
Way back when meaning when Sarah and I first met?

Has she told you about the phrase I coined, "Bi now, Gay later"?

Basically, she shared her Jhonen Vasquez comics with me, and the rest is history.

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~mtroubadour Nov 26, 2009, 11:00:21 AM
Actually, I meant back in highschool. Far back enough for you? Did you have a GSA?
Or, we can just commiserate over school in general.

:) She has. And I shared it with my friend Kim.
That would be odd, if my friends met youse. "H'lo Ian, this is Kim, and this is Taylor, and this is... Ian."
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~Listening-to-Myself Nov 28, 2009, 11:32:29 PM
And I immediately say something utterly obscene, which will either break the tension, or ruin the evening.

Either way, I'll have had a laugh.

Honestly, Sarah and I are like two very boisterous and awkwardly charming peas in a pod. Last night, we went downtown to watch the tree-lighting ceremony in Pioneer square (it was great, you should have been there), made a woman laugh out loud on the way there, and she waved good-bye when we got off the train, followed around a tiny mall cop, made the shop keepers of the Sanrio store exchange nervous glances, struck up a conversation with an environmentalist while we walked around, and told stories about people we didn't like in high school to a couple with a toddler on the train home.

And School was...school.

It gets better in College, I promise - it's like high school all over again, only this time the really stupid people have either stopped coming, or end up in bimbo sororities, and you like all of your classes.

For the first time in my life, I have a 4.0

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