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My Dear WilliamMy dear William, Can you see it? The sun is crossing the sky, and I am not afraid. It is watching me like you did, old friend. The sky is filled with light, and all the black is becoming white. You believe me, don’t you? You always saw what I did not, but now I think I understand. Dust to dust, the ashes make me remember what it was like to feel alive, and I know I’ll never feel it again. And I know you remember, but how could we justify this all? Shame on us, doomed from the start. Dressing up our rotten carcasses just to make them look alive. We knew better, in our hearts we knew better. I could always find a placMy Dear William
by ~azureteardrop
WHO is his nameAnd for weeks these torments were suffered. I lay in my cold, stone-walled cell, not the faintest glimmer of light suffered to shine into my prison. Shivering and starved on portions of gruel the rats rejected. But I was grateful for the good doctor. He did not address me as “patient” or “subject”, he saw the same man in me as I saw in my broken mirror. I had hardly a use for a name then, and admittedly I had long forgotten who I was outside the walls. But he seemed to know, and one night as he gave me my Laudanum I whispered to him, “My looking glass is broken, and many faces do I see. I do enjoy their company, but wWHO is his name
by ~azureteardrop
A Dirge to GlassOnce, as I sauntered merrily down the streets of this imported Venice (this one, sadly, lacking the canals and romantic flair of its namesake), my way was darkened by the shadow of a local gentleman and his entourage. They had a curious manner of dress about them, what with their too-loose breeches and headpieces reminiscent of ladies’ nylons, but perhaps I am just too old-fashioned. The better of them was quite impressively built and wore a collection of gilt rings and pendants, a symbol of privileged rank I had come to be familiar with. As our parties closed, this man approached, and proceeded to address me in the curious colloquial toA Dirge to Glass
by ~azureteardrop
Woes of the Procrastinator"Lamentations of the Procrastinating Student"Woes of the Procrastinator
Your research is done Now you must write your paper But you go party.
The writing still waits But you go out and get trashed You'll do it later.
You were up all night You can print in the morning Don't bother to save.
Your eyes are still red You go to your computer It is not working.
Now reads the blue screen, "I hope you did not need that Your paper is gone."
by ~azureteardrop
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- Current Residence: Valencia
- Interests: NIN, violinists, Trent Reznor, humanity
- Favourite movie: The Red Violin
- Favourite band or musician: Trent Reznor; Nine Inch Nails
- Favourite genre of music: Industrial, Rock, anything violin, Classical
- Favourite artist: Bill Viola
- Favourite poet or writer: Elizabeth Browning
- Favourite photographer: Chelsea Rockwood
- Favourite style of art: Composite
- Operating System: Vista, because it's not a problem with the system, it's a problem with the users
- MP3 player of choice: my cd player
- Favourite game: Warhammer
- Favourite gaming platform: the tabletop
- Favourite cartoon character: Lugato Bluesummers
- Personal Quote: Here they fight with the messer, God help them.
- Tools of the Trade: Pen, Pencil, emotion
- Email: hakaralvien@hotmail.com
- AIM: ahnscheu
- MSN: hakaralvien@hotmail.com
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