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Socratic dialogue with a mouse
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annwfyn.livejournal.comThis is a really old Tegan piece that I never posted up. It was written around the time Tegan was involved with Max Shrier (in a slightly dubiously semi-consensual fashion) and I think was vaguely seeing MSR, but was mostly in one of their 'off periods'.
I post it here mostly because I thought the 'talking to a mouse she was making' was cute, quite illustrative of how her mind works, and is probably how she creates her small and odd little beasties using sphere magic now.
I don't think this has gone up here before. If it has, I do apologise.
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I post it here mostly because I thought the 'talking to a mouse she was making' was cute, quite illustrative of how her mind works, and is probably how she creates her small and odd little beasties using sphere magic now.
I don't think this has gone up here before. If it has, I do apologise.
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Worldview: Inside
Feb. 3rd, 2009 08:56 amksirafai.livejournal.comThe room is untidy and dirty with the ground-in dirt of time and carelessness, but the walls and ceiling are gloriously patterned with spray paint and splatter. There are piles of free CDs with piles of cheap candles lit and burnt out slumping over them. There are bin bags filled with clothes, some of which haven't been ruined yet. ( But no one's looking at that right now. )
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We built this city...
Dec. 30th, 2008 09:25 amksirafai.livejournal.comon broken bones.
Bones and blood everywhere. The mud that the ground was made of is mostly soup made of dirt and fresh water and salt water and blood and ichor and entrails-become-extrails.
( There were thirteen of us. )
We need to free what Gabriel stole from us. We need to give it to Flux.
And I think I might have an idea about how.
Bones and blood everywhere. The mud that the ground was made of is mostly soup made of dirt and fresh water and salt water and blood and ichor and entrails-become-extrails.
( There were thirteen of us. )
We need to free what Gabriel stole from us. We need to give it to Flux.
And I think I might have an idea about how.
Something I'm Toying With
Oct. 4th, 2008 10:21 ambadgersandjam.livejournal.comWritten for comedy more than anything else, but there are still kernels of truth. Written and posted with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
richardiii 's full knowledge and approval :) I make no apology for the last line, nor do I deny that the entire story is a setup for it.
richardiii 's full knowledge and approval :) I make no apology for the last line, nor do I deny that the entire story is a setup for it.Lysander Fic - Find A Way
Sep. 29th, 2008 08:12 pmrichardiii.livejournal.comJust a little something more to set the character of Lysander now he's a little firmer in my head. Consider this to have happened a little time before the game yesterday a couple of weeks I guess.
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Introducing Lysander
Jul. 25th, 2008 10:49 pmrichardiii.livejournal.comThought I should try and write a little something to help introduce Lysander in a fiction like way. So heres a pretty bad little ficlet.
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lanfykins.livejournal.com( Behold, the hour is at hand )
Right. Word tells me that's 801 words. 801 words of pain, torment and suffering. Are you satisfied,annwfyn?!
Right. Word tells me that's 801 words. 801 words of pain, torment and suffering. Are you satisfied,
annwfyn?!
