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Name: Sarah
Country: United States
State: Mississippi
Gender: Female
Interests: Books, comics and manga; writing fanfiction; drawing (both original stuff and fanart) and experimenting with new art media; costuming; music; anime & TV; yaoi/shounen-ai; going to conventions and hanging around friends who are equally as crazed as I am.
Expertise: Writing, some photography, a little HTML. I don't pretend to be an expert at art. I just wing it. ^_^.
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AIM:  CoriolisSand42
Member Since:
6/11/2004
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| To All Readers: Notice of Move
Hey, people. I will not be posting extensively on Xanga.com any longer. It always causes my browser to crash, and sometimes freezes my entire computer. Seeing as my comp is old and delicate and does not need to be rebooted by force any more often than necessary, this is an unacceptable inconvenience.
Therefore, I am transferring the bulk of my blogging to my Livejournal account. You can get to it through the banner above. Livejournal has more options and is much more suited to my needs anyway.
I won't cancel this Xanga account -- there's always the possibility (although I can't imagine why) that I may need to post here again, and besides, I want to continue commenting on other people's Xangas. But as for everyday blogging, bookmark my Livejournal, 'cause I'm through with Xanga.
I am still co-posting with Llama on Live Through. However, real-life business and my desire to concentrate on my ongoing Trigun fic Earth to Earth are conflicting with Live Through's progress. Sorry about that, to anyone who may happen to be reading. (And if you are, please leave comments! Without feedback, creative impulses die on the spot.)
And that's all she wrote, folks! See you over at LJ!
One last time, repeat after me: Love & Peace!
-Rave | | |
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And also, for the HP fans out there: Sparklypoo!
*dies*
-Rave | | |
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who love everybody
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That's what I figured. I didn't manipulate it, either.
-Rave | | |
| Mrs. Burnett had us writing image poems today, but I'm pretty much sick up and fed with poetry -- I don't particularly like writing it in the first place, but even though I've had a recent bout of poetic inspiration, I think that 4 or 5 poems within two weeks is more than enough for me. So, I experimented with drabbles instead -- here's the one I wrote in class, plus one I pieced together tonight from bits of unused story ideas.
Library
The fireplace-crackle of paper resounds against the rafters, echoing whispers of long-lost words. Listening to silent voices and the miniature fireworks of snapping spines is an ethereal, brittle feeling -- a feeling it would be impossible for me to live without. This place smells like leather and old dreams. The air is more wholesome, thicker, full of dust. Fairy dust. I breathe in deep, and I can’t help but think about how many other lungs have recycled this air already, and how many whispers have been lost in their soft exhales.
Just one more page... Let me dream a little longer.
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Jungle
The evening is drawing on, sunset fading to the color of dried blood and rending the alleys with shadow-cuts, bone-deep and bleeding rats in the filthiest parts of the streets. The undergrowth is all of brittle newspaper and rotting dreams. Cockroaches screech their favorite discordant tunes to the dirty watercolor sky.
There is a lost beauty to this overgrown hedge maze, full of bottomless pits and poison nettles. Ghosts are still dancing the street-drifter waltz down every weed-strewn path, each step as magnificent and delicate as a newborn’s.
Tomorrow morning, the spires will be gilded with molten light once again.
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further up and further in,
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| Well, it's the weekend. I still have a lot of work to do -- have to go to school tomorrow, even -- but for some reason, just having the week be over and done with makes things look a lot brighter. And now that we've had major chapter tests in my two number-y classes (Alg and Chem), we'll be starting on new stuff and that'll mean less/easier homework for a while.
Plus I'm sneaking along with Robbie's church to the Tupelo Symphony Orchestra tribute to Mozart thingy tomorrow -- I have to suffer a van full of churchy people I don't know, but hey, I've got reading material. There are things that aren't worth suffering for, but art and great music are not among them. ^_^.
Gotta try to write some last-minute filler poetry for Stroke of the Pen. Mrs. Burnett's looking like she's about ready to rip some heads off if this thing doesn't get finished within the next week. *eep*
the universe is your playground,
-Rave | | |
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