Sep. 18th, 2008

karanguni: (dick GRAYSON)
I am rabid. Apparently my brain doesn't want to concentrate on necessary things, like finishing school, or research papers, or even finishing fic. MULTITASKING FOR THE NEW MILLENIUM. *abuses Photoshop*



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The sad part is when you finish them icons, and realise you have to delete some of your existing icons because you're out of space. D: *WEEPS*

 

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