Oct. 25th, 2007

karanguni: (KINKI kids)
Sickness, why do you still plauge me with phlegm and coughings and evil? At least I get the day off, though.

Dear Yuletide brain: please start writing your fic now, instead of puttering around trying to do "research". Who the hell does research for fic?

Dear Kinki Kids, especially you, Tsuyoshi: why are you guys so beautiful? Why is Koichi such a lovable dork on Domoto Kyoudai? Why do I have the urge to run around dressed in purple, yellow, green and red now?

 

A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax