| Monday, June 19th, 2006 |
| 1:04 pm |
The Muse kicked at a chair and set up one for Alexa. "Got paper?" |
| Thursday, June 1st, 2006 |
| 1:15 pm |
I hurt. I'm frightened. One of those fears that fills all of the holes in me. My eyes, my nose, the stabs. She won't hurt me again, I don't think. I'll stay in the Nexus for a while. |
| Sunday, May 28th, 2006 |
| 8:58 am |
The Muse grinned as he considered his options. [Here, with a tape player] [A club with people and drinks and people and laughter] [Tape with pretty sunshine music leaking out like a crushed orange] [He should decide] |
| Friday, March 17th, 2006 |
| 7:23 pm |
His studio was fairly large and it had paintings everywhere, of just about anything imaginable. The newest addition was a canvas painted on with a thick red paint, and it was broken into several parts. There were books stacked high against the walls, and a finished opera neatly on the floor. There was a welcome mat that said "Home Sweet Home" and paper and paints littered against the far wall. |
| Sunday, March 12th, 2006 |
| 7:26 pm |
The opera house was built in a modern style with mosaics brimming with color everywhere. The Muse was dressed in a large overcoat and a black tuxedo. The stage was decorated with a gray set with splashes of color in the strangest places: a bird here, a leaf there. He smiled and waited to greet people at the door. |
| Sunday, March 5th, 2006 |
| 10:23 am |
((I'm going to be on a cruise, so that's why I've disappeared. I'll see y'all next Sunday. I'll miss you.)) |
| Saturday, March 4th, 2006 |
| 10:36 am |
He led Sam to his makeshift studio. The white walls of the Nexus had poetry scrawled on the walls and paintings everywhere. Quite a few books were stacked precariously against a wall. "Here we are." |
| 9:17 am |
He stretched and got a tissue box that he had long since emptied. He began to fill it with little artifacts that he acquired since coming to the Nexus. A partially eaten bar of chocolate, an "I Hate Cordelia Chase" button and a few paints and brushes. He didn't have much in the way of possessions. He smiled sadly and sat down. He was scared. Really, really scared. The Creators weren't going to like him going to talk to them. He needed to talk to someone. Anyone. |
| Wednesday, March 1st, 2006 |
| 6:27 pm |
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| Thursday, February 9th, 2006 |
| 7:56 pm |
He gazed out clinically at the room around him and then looked at Ali. "Miss Ali? Can you lend me some opinions?" |
| Monday, February 6th, 2006 |
| 9:56 pm |
1. Your Name: 2. Are we friends? 3. Do you have a crush/attracted to me? 4. Would you kiss me? 5. [Omit] 6. Would you enjoy it? 7. Would you ever ask me out or go out with me if I ask you out? 8. Would you make a move on me in a movie theater? 9. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you: 10. Would you take care of me when I'm sick? 11. Do you want to tell me something that you couldn't before? 12. If you heard a rumor about me, would you defend me? 13. Do you think I'm a good person? 14. Would you let me sleep with you (in the same bed)? 15. Do you think I'm hot? 16. Would you call me just because? 17. Would you ever listen to my problems even if they don't involve you? 18. If you could change anything about me, would you? 19. [Omit] 20. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out? 21. What do you like most about me (looks and/or personality)? 22. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you? |
| Friday, February 3rd, 2006 |
| 10:07 pm |
He stumbled into his room and sat down on his bed. He felt a welcome exhaustion steal over him, numbing his current train of thought. He slid under the covers and was soon fast asleep. |
| 7:24 pm |
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want--good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you. |
| Thursday, January 26th, 2006 |
| 7:43 pm |
Miss Ali has a surprise for me and I'm curious to see what it is. I'm also working on a surprise for her...so don't tell on me. <3 |
| Wednesday, January 25th, 2006 |
| 9:21 pm |
monster
I want to be like you. Like all of you. |
| Sunday, January 22nd, 2006 |
| 5:34 pm |
((Instructions: List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your Livejournal along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to. Sunrise, Sunset by Brighteyes Road to Joy by Brighteyes The Gospel Mass by my choir I'll Be by Edwin McCain Passive by A Perfect Circle I Miss You by Blink 182 Michael by Franz Ferdinand TAG: Dessa, Cax, Schuldig (however you spell it), Parker, Muse, Dlet, Jericho)) |
| 3:22 pm |
sad
I hurt someone and I didn't intend to. I can't think. I wish that I wasn't mortal. Current Mood:  crushed |
| Thursday, January 19th, 2006 |
| 6:26 pm |
I had my operation the other day, and guess what! I'm at the hospital, waiting to recover. It might take a couple 'a days. I was granted access to a computer, so I'm just checking in, to make sure ya'll know I'm okey-dokey. I'm pretty sore, but the painkillers are nice. |
| Tuesday, January 17th, 2006 |
| 6:37 pm |
I think I like someone a lot. |
| Wednesday, January 11th, 2006 |
| 7:10 pm |
a sweet deal
I am here. I also wish that I could use contractions, but I can only type one letter at a time because I am typing with my cigarette. No free hands for me. I am using caps lock for all of my capital letters, but an apostrophe is out of the question. I cannot type with my elbows. Current Mood: determined |
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