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Love, Death and FormaldehydeThe first thing I was aware of was a voice, or maybe two, although I couldn’t make out the words. It was just noise. My thoughts had no shape, barely aware of anything outside – and outside what I wasn’t sure either. It was just chattering, nothing at all. Perhaps a sensation of being lifted. Possibly. But apart from that, nothing; and things seemed to fade again. Not that I was aware of the fading.Love, Death and Formaldehyde
I think the next thing was the first time I heard the professor talking. That time I was more aware of ... well, whatever I could be aware of, and I could make out words. The voice was firm, a voice of authority, and wa
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Reservoirthe smell of neoprene, hung up to mould brings back to me unsalted tears of the lake that it forced to my eyes, made my mascara run the rain and the lake-spray pushed up by our bows, as we leapt from the shoreReservoir
singing an old sailing song of the sea sang the boat and the ropes clutching hard were your hands coloured pink with the cold on the sheeting and lines your skin teased by the rain and the warmth-stealing wind
we landed that boat on the rocks together my sails and your rudder (your hands and my soul) the holes would not patch, not with hours of s
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RevolutionYou insisted on using the vernacular, Though you'd only seen it tiny in the distance, a grievance or a celebration Telescopically enumerated and illuminated in mud, As the crack of dead leaves and backs black with earth and sweat and sun, And children ill or crying, hands peeling in the fields while we watch - But only through a telescope, and that, you said, was wrong.Revolution
You first changed it with words. I did not point out to you that those sunburnt daily soldiers could not read them. Perhaps I should have, but even if I had you'd have gone on. You had a way of making heat burn off t
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- Current Residence: London
- Interests: French Revolution, Doctor Who, Les Miserables, Lord of the Rings, Firefly, poetry, rowing, knitting
- Favourite movie: probably Moulin Rouge, or Little Miss Sunshine
- Favourite poet or writer: Louis MacNeice, currently
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(how many modes of communication are we up to now?)
I don't even want to know. It's got to be ... eight? Nine?
(1. Real life 2. Email 3. Letters 4. Msn 5. Facebook (pictures and wall) 6. Phone 7. Lj 8. Deviantart. Have I missed any?)
you have interests and so on! most exciting.
I even had a picture, but that doesn't seem to be loading up now. (it was from Merlin, anyway, so that might be a good thing)
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