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Previous - this entry written on April 18, 2002 at 7:39 pm - Next A fragment... it should go in Briar's journal but I think I need to put it here. There's an actual ENTRY after it, I promise. Not a very long one, but it's there. Got a couple things to say. In Dreamlight She Dances stage set, all sharp edges and abrupt corners, platforms towering drape of glittering fabric the feel of first-time klingon encounters birds' beaks, talons, boxy illusions meant to trick create a facade ((and even now the thought of Faceless dreams leaves me weary and lustful both)) this is her pain, her brightbound agony, this fantastically dark universe that is at once completely unreal and terrifyingly solid lit brighter now spotlights and torch flames even illuminated it retains a sooty mystery ashes and shadows and world-weary footsteps and the curtain rises... Ok, now the actual entry. First off, expect more mood swings. Yes, there actually IS a reason for them, a physiological reason. Leave it at that. Next, I'm going to be VERY out of commission for a while. Mild bladder infection, a new kidney stone, and a sudden onset of boredom because I know WHY I went into 'chase them away' phase and am sort-of over it... and over a few other things. Finally, bad poetry. Lots of it. And writing.
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