Script - Experiment 2.[A coffee shop. SAM and ANNIE sit at a tiny round table, already crowded with only their two mugs, a single plate and a magazine. In the background, a deserted counter, occasionally staffed by a bored-looking shop assistant. There are no other customers.] [ANNIE has both elbows on what little part of the table remains clear, resting her chin in her hands, and SAM is leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed.] ANNIE: But, Sam, I don’t want to move in with him! SAM: Well of course you don’t. People like Ellis just don’t inspire confidence for the future. What I’m saying is that you could have handledScript - Experiment 2.
RabbitMy legs... can’t walk... pity me... Rabbit narrowed his eyes to resentful slits, flattened his ears to his back and buckled over sideways, allowing his back feet to flail pathetically at a right angle to the rest of his body as he shuffled in confused circles. The sodden mat of his fur caused by the rain he’d deliberately sat out in overnight was, he considered with satisfaction, a nice touch. Surely there would be no point in forcing a creature already bedraggled and soaked to the skin into a bucket filled with even more water? Not to mention the soap. He particularly took issue with the soap. Owner, however, did not apRabbit
VII...I will write it down, whilst mental clarity prevails and I am able to see it, as a warning to my irrational incarnation of earlier, which will surely rise again and overrule all sense and logic before too many days are out. I am heartless if I can continue to do this to you. Notwithstanding my own wishes and the fact that I am casually lacerating an open wound, there is a void of emptiness between the recurring thoughts circling in my head and my interpretation of reality, as indeed I appreciate the necessitous existence of a chasm between my own perception and the true order of things. What then cannot exist between desire and realisatVII...
Le TempsLe Temps Le Temps est perfidieLe Temps
Accélère, ralentis
Evapore un instant
Comme s'enfuit l'amant
Le Temps est ennemi
Bien souvent il trahit
Et glisse entre les doigts
Comme un tissu de soie.
Mais le Temps est ton Maître ! De ta vie chaque lettre
sera gouvernée
Par le Dieu horloger.
17/09/08
Rynn - Cahier I
Musings...
Rant
THE LLAMAS ARE COMING! FLEE FOR THE HILLLLLZZZZ!!!!
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Dragon + My Little Sister = A Lot Of Dem Bones!
THE LLAMAS ARE COMING! FLEE FOR THE HILLLLLZZZZ!!!!
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Dragon + My Little Sister = A Lot Of Dem Bones!
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Villians give heroes some excitement in life, but more importantly: a PURPOSE.
How did you find this?
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No.
Or do I mean yes?
What was the question? Was there a question?
Who could have asked it, if there was? Is there anyone else here?
... hello?
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Villians give heroes some excitement in life, but more importantly: a PURPOSE.
--
No.
Or do I mean yes?
What was the question? Was there a question?
Who could have asked it, if there was? Is there anyone else here?
... hello?
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08 FEB 2005
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