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Previous - this entry written on September 07, 2003 at 12:41 am - Next There's a type of fanfic that has a procedure that I much admire IF it's done right. The author takes a song or a section of a song and bases her story around the lyrics and the mood the song inspires, drawing meaning from them both. A lot of people have written like this - the few that do it well are impressive. After all, there are a zillion-and-one songs, but a very limited amount of moments for any of the author's characters. Sooner or later everyone dies. So why am I talking about this? In large part it's because music is so often a trigger for me. It brings out emotions that normally I couldn't get out, it helps me to see myself in a new light... and most of all, it is a source of comfort that few people could match. She said there is no reason And the truth is plain to see It's been... how long? Ehh, long enough that I forget the date. It's been that long since I've had the pleasure of twisting someone into a form that I can appreciate, too long since I've seen fear in anyone's eyes, too long since I've been able to take advantage of a helpless slave. I'm going to have fun; by this I mean that I will be causing pain, torment, suffering, and why? Not for any of society's reasons. Instead, I'll be doing it simply because I feel like doing it. When Caleb was here I was still recovering from the surgery, which put a limit to my activites. This time? We'll see. But I wandered through my playing cards And would not let her be I refuse to be ignored, generally speaking. It's not healthy and not fun. In fact, it's rather frustrating since there is an entire population who don't even know my name. *wry grin* However, there is such a thing as over-exposure, days when I want to be left alone but people won't go away. There are a very few people who, if they were here, could claim my attention. Phones... ehh. The cordless here gives me a headache every time I listen on it for more than about five minute, the phone in this room (which is still not plugged in - long story) is static-ish and hard to hear through... and the phone out in the kitchen is, well, a phone in the KITCHEN. No privacy. Where was I going with all this? *blinks* I have completely lost my train of thought. I'll go think about something else and hope I can catch it sneaking by. One of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast ...have I mentioned recently that dammit, I want to get down to the coast or get her up here? *sighs* And although my eyes were open They might just as well've been closed So here's the real question: will Kadin still be as much in love as he was the last time I saw him? No, I don't question my own love/desire/commitment/etc. I can FEEL that. I know that seeing him will make me happy. But... yeah. He's young, I'm sick, he's amusing enough and cute enough and a hard worker. Ehh. A long time ago I ran across a story called "Butterfly". I can't help worrying that... yeah. Never mind. I'm going to stop typing now before I get any more depressed. Hosted by Diaryland - All Rights Reserved - Image, Layout, and Content copyright Jax Raven - - Do Not Feed The Moose - |
