This is a re-introduction.We'll see what comes of all of this.
P.S. I have completely emptied out my inbox. I don't really like to do this, but over 1200 messages tends to cause your computer to crash. Oopsie.
~LostintheWhirlwind
Sit vis vobiscum.Newest
Opened IndoorsI used to love the way the rain Turned tree branches into dark chocolate, And I would walk across the chalk-covered pavement, Kicking pebbles and ashes and memories to where I saw you, in a crisp black suit with a black umbrella, Dancing. Dance with me, you said. I can’t, I said. I don’t know how. All right, you said. Maybe next time.Opened Indoors
I used to love the soft music on my window, A pitter-patter like two pairs of footsteps With two shadows joined at the hip Or the heart. And I would open the blinds And look out to
by ~LostintheWhirlwind
TattooI heard you cry "a nameless slave!" Up to a bone-white sky. And upon a perfect canvas, I Could try to rhyme and sing But it is not my inclination To make light of what you cry, Only how.Tattoo
Your hand is cold and distant, feeling Only nips and tucks, and needles Sting but you flinch not and I Could try to punctuate your walk But I don't know which way to go, Only how.
Your voice is full of cracked brown leaves That drift in flickering mirrors that Reflect your inner eye, and could I Shatter glass, I would. I could
by ~LostintheWhirlwind
Happily Never AfterOnce upon a time, there was a girl who died.Happily Never After
He didn’t know what to make of her.
“Hey,” he said slowly, his eyes meeting hers—dark, empty shells.
“Hey,” she said back, her head bowing low, ragged bangs falling across her forehead, and he thought he had never seen her so beautiful.
“About what I told you…”
“It’s all right. It’s fine.”
And she’d pick up her books and leave him to watch her retreating back, her slender form getting smaller and smaller as she almost ran away, her heels clic
by ~LostintheWhirlwind
Deal Me InI believe in destiny. I also believe in changing destiny.Deal Me In
I am sitting in the back corner of a restaurant, hunched over in a booth covered in red leather. Overhead, rustic lamps glow dimly, so dimly that they cast the expressions of the people across from me in shadow. Yet I am trained well. I note slight raises of eyebrows, smirks playing across lips, alarm flashing in eyes so fleetingly that it’s hard to tell if it was even there at all. The dealer taps his fingers impatiently, waiting for the last player to throw in her chips. And finally, with an air of di
by ~LostintheWhirlwind
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- Favourite genre of music: Dark techno. But I have a very eclectic taste.
- Favourite artist: I enjoy Botticelli.
- Favourite poet or writer: This is an impossible question.
- Favourite photographer: `gilad takes the cake. Or pie. Pie is better.
- Favourite style of art: whatever doesn't make sense
- Operating System: my brain
- MP3 player of choice: Eh, iPod, I guess.
- Shell of choice: Well, I've always been a fan of conch shells...
- Wallpaper of choice: abstract
- Skin of choice: One without sunburn, thank you very much.
- Favourite game: mind games
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- Favourite cartoon character: Kakashi Hatake, Itachi Uchiha, similar
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Shoo, I'm plotting.
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"Crivens!! I kicked meself in ma ain heid!" (traditional Mac Feegle battlecry)
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