kbk ([personal profile] kbk) wrote2003-02-25 01:37 pm
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I was writing poetry on my hand -
quoting it, that is;
sitting in a lecture on co-axial cables
and sending my heart to the end of the world.

Not so much significant as memorable
memorised at some time past
for some reason now forgotten

fire and ice
winter afternoons
quinquereme of Nineveh
the kite has all the fun


I can't concentrate on work. I can't concentrate on anything. I'm tired and I couldn't sleep and I don't know what's going on but I know it won't be pretty when it comes to be that I am...

I'm going to get tattoos at some point. I don't know where, though, because an anklet feels right but I'm sure it would hurt like hell. But then, so would most of the places I'm thinking about. Requires more thought. I'll just keep drawing until then.

runes and words and symbols circling... yeah. maybe.
ext_13838: Sorrow tearing her hair, with refrain from Deor. (Default)

Hello liebchen.

[identity profile] edithmatilda.livejournal.com 2003-02-25 11:55 am (UTC)(link)
On way to your house but will Speak anyway.

Hope new drugs going OK. They is *good* drugs that make world nicer. You will have seratonin AND noradrenalin. This means cheerful AND physically able to move.

Unless of course you stop eating and have to have minging Ensure.

So don't do that. Shall feed you if necessary.

Hang in there and other platitudes.

xxx