- 23rd
- 04:42 pm
Batman: Said the Spider to the Fly (Dick, Bruce)
10:17 pmState of the discontinuous... ness... thing
- Read 5
tags:
- 27th
- 11:52 am
Batman Beyond: Dressed (Terry, Bruce)
- Read 3
tags:
- 28th
- 02:13 pm
Inception icons FOR GREAT DISTRACTION!
- 29th
- 02:13 pm
Layer Cake, or, K Senselessly Rolls Around In Glee
- Read 7
tags:- daniel nghghg craig,
- graphical representation of reality,
- hi flist,
- i am a dvd extra,
- i am the pimp and this is the ho,
- i have no brains anymore,
- insanity is now,
- mindless self indulgence,
- movies,
- procrastination is my middle name,
- random guest appearances,
- recs,
- these flash and fast chromosomes,
- vulcans and androids yum!,
- what would brian kinney do
03:19 pmInception/Ocean's 11: I Don't Think You Think I Think About Probability (Eames, Rusty, CAST)
- Read 6
tags:- are you in or out,
- caffeine is my bloodstream,
- capslock attack,
- crossover hell,
- explosions in the sky,
- extra extra,
- fic,
- fic: danny ocean,
- fic: inception,
- fic: ocean's eleven,
- fic: rusty ryan,
- fic: saito,
- gen is better than sex,
- getting my ass kicked is such a turn on,
- graphical representation of reality,
- i have no brains anymore,
- random guest appearances,
- run for your lives,
- what the hell am i doing,
- what the hell just happened there
- 31st
- 02:30 am
BREATHING WHILE YOU READ THIS IS ENTIRELY OPTIONAL
Streets are filled with --
Picking up what others have left behind
Profile
K
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
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