June 24th, 2006


A little memeage at bedtime

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What is your favorite fruit?
Can you taste the rainbow?
What RPG class would you be?
Mm... Donuts...
Su mama.
Which is the scariest?
How many hours a day do you spend online on average?
Do you fear the random?
Your future job: Mercenary zombie killer
This person will be your assistant in your job: myopicmeringue
You will make this much money: $76,949
Suddenly, a rip in the space-time continuum opens and out pops: drusillamac
Unless you help them, the world will explode in this much time: 4
To save the world, you need to: Enter a video game and defeat the ultimate boss
The evil villain who tries to stop you is: phantomreader42
The chance you succeed is:
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Why don't I write these things down?

I was standing at the bus stop waiting to go into town, and I came up with a really good idea for one of the recent artsparks. I started working out the wording, and by the time the bus got into town I had got it half-written in my head. Then I went to the BookCrossing meeting, went shopping, had lunch, more shopping...and didn't write it down.

And now I can't remember most of it, and I'll have to start again almost from scratch.

The most annoying thing is that I have been carrying a little notebook around with me lately, I had it with me and could so easily have jotted my ideas down. I don't like writing or reading on a moving bus, it makes me queasy, but still...it wouldn't have killed me. Or I could have done it when I got to the cafe.

*kicks self*
*falls over in an undignified manner*
Dear diary

Artspark #64

Cross-posted to artspark

A broad topic: Hope. Extra credit for any use of feathers.

A Handful of Feathers

Hoping for kisses

Your eyelids tremble, lashes

Like two black feathers.

Tear-wet, ink feathers

The letter's painful pages.

She hopes you'll answer.

When her mortal soul

Was weighed against a feather

Hope-lightened, it rose.

On his featherbed

She hopes he will be gentle.

If not gentle, quick.

Sun bright on feathers

The starlings gather, hopeful.

You scatter your crumbs.