December 2010
4 posts
Watch, then, you secret dancers,
Who, being so obscured by mist and fog
Are naught but pin-pricks in obsidian sky.
Each step delicately lumbering;
Stars all aflame tread lightly about pirouetting rock.
As above; so below
Let joy dance with love twixt fire and snow.
(this needs lengthening but will do for the moment.)
Look into the night sky, and you see stars, if you are lucky. Except you don’t, of course, you see stars as they used to be. Look up at the moon and if you have picked a good night then you will see a brilliant dot of light close by it. That is Jupiter, except Jupiter is no longer there. It has moved on already; you are only seeing the brilliant after-image of a planet.
The point of this...
gotyouhigh:
I want to be able to talk to you again so desperately but I don’t know how to begin.
Hello is always a good start.
Angry
How dare you, you low-life, cowardly, disgusting little crawling piece of shit. What on earth gives you the right to make out I’m in the wrong when you’re the little freak who sniffs around my girlfriend and knocks on her door at four in the morning as high as a kite.
She isn’t worried. She reckons she can look after herself. I say you’re three words away from a total...