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Writing! At ficblog! Here!

Enjoy, Nny dear :D Also, tag. Fic me up!

Y'all are hereby forbidden to mention the word 'essay', because I am fucked beyond all recognition of fucking.

Why can't I just do this? Why can't I just write pretty little things and make my friends happy, and pretty long things and make myself happy?

Speaking of; got another story idea today, rating just above period cramps and just below syphilis on the last thing I needed list. It's called At the Red Gates, and don't ask me what it's about or the floodgates holding my last vestiges of actual work discipline in will just crumble away.

Fairytales

I will live upon my fate
I'll see you now and never wait
Lick my lips of cream and wine
I'm in your heart, I'm your divine
So let me wander when I die
A peaceful suburb of the sky
Play the songs that I like best
As sun starts rising in the west
(One hand opens all the doors
To life, and death, and mine, and yours)

Fuck, I hate Tuesdays.

I think I need to disappear for a while. Just a heads-up.