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[Apr. 23rd, 2010|04:32 pm] |
waiting for guildenstern to come back, rosencrantz sits on the floor of their room in the attic, tongue pressed to the corner of his mouth as he draws in a pile of papers spread around him. each drawing looks, on its own, unremarkable, and the collection an utter waste of paper -- but he stacks them together, flips quickly through the corners. a point blooms into a parabolic spiral.
meanwhile cumulus the mechanical kitten hunches down, its skeleton of a tail swishing, and debates whether this is something worth pouncing at. it's there. it's moving. it's got to be worth pouncing at. |
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[Dec. 29th, 2009|07:52 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  lazy | ] |
Gentle socks pamper them by day, and shoes cobbled of leather fortify them but my toes hardly notice. All they're interested in is turning out toenails -- semitransparent, flexibile sheets of hornlike material, as a defense against -- whom? Brutish, distrustful as only they can be, my toes labor ceaselessly at manufacturing that frail armament. They turn their backs on the universe and its ecstasies in order to spin out, endlessly, those ten pointless projectile heads, which are cut away time and again by the sudden snips of a Solingen. By the ninetieth twilit day of their prenatal confinement, my toes had cranked up that extraordinary factory. And when I am tucked away in Recoleta, in an ash-colored house bedecked with dry flowers and amulets, they will still be at their stubborn work, until corruption at last slows them -- them and the beard upon my checks.
- Jorge Luis Borges
say, that sounds familiar.
sometimes i think what we ought to have is a book club. i could make petits fours, or something like them, and iced tea! things like petits fours and iced tea are what makes a book club proper, aren't they? i mean, i would think so ... but i don't think i've ever been ... (but that does mean -- doesn't it? -- that i've never been to one without them.) |
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| open post! |
[Sep. 16th, 2008|04:29 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  cheerful | ] |
*it's getting autumnal, and ros can be found in the branches of a tree still green but with leaves looking yellow-red around the edges, where he's having a rapid and cheerful conversation about the seasons with a squirrel he's decided to call rosencrantz (there's no reason he can't be called rosencrantz, he reasoned, if he can be called guildenstern) -- 'fancy, just fancy, that this apple is the sun and it's going around the earth -- wait no, fancy it's the earth and it's going around the sun, and it's spinning -- you mustn't forget to fancy its spinning --'* |
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| anti-otp: molly/rosencrantz |
[May. 19th, 2008|10:00 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  flirty | ] |
rosencrantz has been out in the gardens, discovering how easy it is to pick blueberries right off the bush -- rolling one off a stem without even breaking it, collecting more in his hat, in his open palms. it isn't much, but it's a discovery, and his hands will be stained all over with blue.
he thinks he might make a gift of them, once he's finished. something for a somebody who said they liked strawberries ... (and strawberries would make a nice gift, too, but it's the blueberries he's discovered now ...) |
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| anti-otp: girl!ros/ada |
[May. 18th, 2008|10:26 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | hopeful | ] |
rosy-née-rosencrantz is sitting out on the porch, swinging her legs and rustling her petticoats, making daisy chains with a spool of thread and a pile of paper flowers. they're tiny things, thinner than fingernails -- colors white and college-ruled blue -- and she presses her tongue to her lips as she spaces them, careful as she can not to crush them. in a loop, she holds them to the sky.
all about there are people coming, people going (framed by thread and paper flowers) and oh -- ! off there, it's the girl from the picnic -- (one can't help but think it very picturesque -- the girl, the thread, the paper flowers --)
"miss ada clare! miss ada clare, won't you come play with me?" |
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| attention -- quest for the girl who loves olive trees. |
[May. 1st, 2008|06:12 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | hopeful | ] |
*somewhere in the interim between one thread and the next, ros has acquired a picnic basket full of sweet fruit sandwiches -- he's already unwrapping one, might as well while it's still fresh, and thinks while he chews* are we questing now, then? |
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[May. 1st, 2008|06:00 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  silly | ] |
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| open post. |
[May. 9th, 2007|01:20 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | peaceful | ] |
*sitting some day under a perfectly blue sky with his legs spread out in the green grass before him, in his hands a little project, the spine and spar of a kite, covered with pages of old-fashioned script; he presses his lips together in concentration as he ties on the tail -- a length of bright ribbon the same color as the sky* |
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| pretty colors~ |
[Apr. 21st, 2007|06:44 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | chipper | ] |
you are orchid
#DA70D6 |
Your dominant hues are red and blue. You're confident and like showing people new ideas. You play well with others and can be very influential if you want to be.
Your saturation level is lower than average - You don't stress out over things and don't understand people who do. Finishing projects may sometimes be a challenge, but you schedule time as you see fit and the important things all happen in the end, even if not everyone sees your grand master plan.
Your outlook on life is bright. You see good things in situations where others may not be able to, and it frustrates you to see them get down on everything.
| | the spacefem.com html color quiz |
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[Dec. 26th, 2006|01:41 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | bored | ] |
i might be a bit lonely.
do you suppose i ought to get someone to turn me into something again? that's always interesting ... or at least, when i remember it, it is. even when i don't, i should think, or i might think, if i didn't not remember. that i remember.
anyway. |
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