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Monday, December 04, 2006: -_- ...
Really. I do feel like that.
I only have one word for yesterday, and it's not even a word I frequently use.
Yesterday was so malu. To be precise, it was so bad that I'm going to borrow a line from the other widely-known Cedar Choir Leader: congratulate me because I had just humiliated myself and my upbringing as a __________________ (try filling in the blank if you want).
Today was just as bad.
Why me?
Dark Soprano - wings clipped, nowhere to fly;
she knows not why.
Arms outstretched, she leaps.
And lands, in a pool of blood.
A thin thread of it
trickles from her mouth.
All is still, all is calm, none have
noticed; there are no
kith, no kin to come
round and try
to rouse her.
Just one
lone
girl.
For your information, though I fit the description (the first two words), I will never take that path, but some of my brainchildren might. I don't know.
When it happens, will I even weep?
I look dark and am dark. In fact, I am a shadow of my former self - just pure, dark umbra. Why is this happening?
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Nothing is straight; nothing is right. If only saving the situation were as simple as a call of my name, but no.
For that reason, I'm going on hiatus again. Like I said the last time, I'll be back for Christmas. Or rather, I'll be back for the days before it. Lots of people I know have their birthdays then.
See you all around Yuletide. For now, though, just let me do something to my blogblog...
(writer concentrates on something between her hands, raises her quivering arms and hurls a snow-spell at this blog)
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edit on 4/12 at 8.30pm: Oh, and I forgot to wish Liz a nice trip. Now, to continue...
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~Seraphine Chorister~ sang in The Butterfly Garden
[8:00 PM]
