May. 18th, 2008

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ajslkfajslf after a week of hell, I finally am now able to sleep > 4 hours a day and and oh god it's a public holiday tomorrow and I am just going to snooze and and and ♥ to having (something) of a life again!

To all the people who've commented in the last week - I'm sorry guys, life totally ate me, will get round to replying and stuff asap, and to uploading things, especially Lucifer for [livejournal.com profile] logistika_nyx okay passing out now
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But I think that after last week I have absolutely no ability to rest for more than three hours without shooting awake and staring at my phone. I'm dead tired, my eyes are heavy, and I'm still typing.

So, flist, what do you think of a Tseng/Rufus/Reno written along the lines of Franz's Do You Want To?

Well he's a friend and he's so proud of ya
He's a friend and I knew him before you, oh yeah
Well he's a friend and he's so proud of ya
Your famous friend, well - I blew him before you, oh yeah.

Oh well I woke up tonight and said I
I'm gonna make somebody love me
I'm gonna make somebody love me
And now I know, now I know, now I know
I know that it's you
You're lucky, lucky
You're so lucky!

Oh well do you, do you do you want to?
Oh well do you, do you do you want to, want to go
Where I've never let you before?


Y/N?

 

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