Monday, October 3rd, 2005
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7:52 am - *humming*
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Saturday, October 1st, 2005
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9:36 pm - ...
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My place is too empty. Too neat. I'd sooner burn it down if I wasn't so...well-mannered.
Forget it. I'm hungry and I'm gone. Prowl time.
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Thursday, May 12th, 2005
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5:22 am - liberty or give me life
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Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened prison as I kneel,
always a slave, always in pain,
frozen here,
waiting.
Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my secret outstretched arms.
Blood on humanity's face.
I raise my head, now crying out for
this aloof Limbo.
...
I'm starving. I wonder what is on the menu tonight.
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Monday, February 7th, 2005
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8:58 pm - Suffice to say, it's quite hot lately.
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I worry that I do not...update this...as much as the network would desire to see but there is nothing to set down here.
I have much, much better use of my time. I have to go spoil my little redhead.
current mood:  calm
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Saturday, January 8th, 2005
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1:19 am - how quaint
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I suppose time flies when you become used to it flying past...the last time I took the time to write here was what was once my birthday.
It's the new year. Too many of this I have lived through and resolutions...I never remember to make or keep them. Just got back from a trip too, the warmth was most inviting as my travelling companion would agree.
How interesting my residence looks like when I've been away from it for a while. It feels as if things have been taken from it and replaced with something else.
current mood: amused
current music: Devil's Trill
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Wednesday, November 3rd, 2004
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9:44 pm - Too long ago...
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Friday, October 15th, 2004
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9:00 am - For you.
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Before me
the day unscrolls
its naked scripture:
sun, vision's burning field,
islands, faint presences
crumbling in the distance,
water, the fickle immensities
life is made
constant by
and strikes me
I love the sea
because it borders
this suffering world
and the next:
the soul, it is said,
travels in a boat
from a winding inland river,
homing clear-eyed
toward the ocean--
which is bottomless
beyond.
current mood:  thinking
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Saturday, October 2nd, 2004
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9:23 pm - Tonight.
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I would talk to him, if indeed I knew that it would do him good. But in this case, I am content to watch over him and only watch.
I very nearly regret to say that I have grown attached to what I only know. Not much, which is dangerous, and goes against everything I cared to learn over the centuries.
And yet I shan't forget.
I wish I could see him before I go. I have another job, in Italy. Boring to say the least...but I take the chance to speak to the man before he dies, regretfully, by mine own hand.
( Gakuto. )
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Thursday, September 23rd, 2004
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9:51 pm - In to night...and back.
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The job is done...but I'm sorry I left without warning. In anycase, it was clean job and now I'm back.
Gakuto -- seems I missed your birthday. I'll make it up to you. Anyway, I trust you left your mark in my apartment...it certainly looks...used.
( The Clan. )
current mood: accomplished
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Monday, September 6th, 2004
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4:57 am - Fingers Around The Wine Glass
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In your wild strides infinity glides
Beauty for no-one face etched in glass
Silhouettes and shados
Faces light up and bodies bend low
Lead them through dark corners
Through windswept streets
and lonely towers
I hear them whisper a name
The sound of a bleeding heart's flame
Fingers around the wine glass
Red ripples sweer and simple
Shower them chrysanthemums
As you are thrown into blissful tantrums
Radiating borrowed warmth
Soothing and compelling
Out of reach even as we speak
Detachment makes you weak
Angel with serpent eyes
Did I hear your muffled cries
When secrets are laid out for you
There's nothing you could possibly do.
( Gakuto. )
current mood: calm
current music: The Late Isabel
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Monday, August 16th, 2004
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2:24 pm - It's been quiet.
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"To be born again," sang Gibreel Farishta tumbling from the heavens, "first you have to die."
- Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses
...a wonderful book. I must say I do believe in it. There's another quote from his other book, Midnight's Children that echoes a very similar sentiment. I'll dig it up some other time.
Well, would you look at the hour.
Apologies all. I must feed.
current mood:  hungry
current music: Storm - Vanessa Mae
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Monday, August 9th, 2004
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6:41 pm - Test.
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Yo.
I'm the only dark vamp.
Eat your heart out - Anne, Poppy, Laurel, Amelia and L.J., my lovelies. ♥
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