RP! RP! RP!

All right, Millifolken.

It's not like I can just ignore the date, can I? I'm going to the shops across the road to buy lunch things and cookie ingredients and then I'm going to post Lucifer into the bar.

Just so I know, and can gird myself appropriately for threadage: who's around? Who'd like to play with me?

ETA: And he's in. Consider the post open for tagging for most of today and probably a large portion of tomorrow; I won't be around all of that time, but it's not even 06/06 in some places yet :D

something that keeps me going

A big city, overgrown with weeds, but flowering weeds. On every corner a wrecking crew and something new and crooked going up catty-corner to that. Windows missing in every edifice like broken teeth, fierce gusts of gritty wind and a gray high sky full of ravens.

Isaiah.

Prophet birds, Roy. Piles of trash, but lapidary like rubies and obsidian, and diamond-colored cowspit streamers in the wind. And voting booths.

And a dragon atop a golden horde.

And everyone in Balenciaga gowns with red corsages, a big dance palace full of music and lights and racial impurity and gender confusion. And all the deities are creole, mulatto, brown as the mouths of rivers. Race, taste and history finally overcome.

And you ain't there.

And Heaven?

That was Heaven, Roy.

- from "Angels in America" by Tony Kushner

should have known

Dear Philip Ruddock,

FUCK THE HELL OFF AND LEAVE US THE FUCK ALONE

Yrs in thwarted dreams of lesbian-breadwinnery,

F