January 2011
ich kann nict vergessen. dass ist nicht gut, ich hasse die morgenroete, es toetet die nacht. ich fuer thet leben Naecht. kann ich ins das tag leben? in die sonne? ich weiss nicht, und ich moechte nicht wissen.
so after one of my hiking partners collapsed of exhaustion, and dehydration, and was air lifted out of the forest the next day, i have decided instead of just doing the cpr course, i will also do a first aid course. also, i feel brilliant mentally. wonderful! nearly healthy. i hope everyone else is enjoying their respective holidays, and is quite healthy, or at least not as bad.
I Bring my body Carry it into another world I know I live…but like a stone I’m falling down Damned, looking into the sky I can feel this rain Right now it’s falling on me Fly, I just want to fly Life is all mine Some days I cry alone, But I know I’m not the only one I see that another day is gone I don’t want to die… Please be here when I arrive, don’t...
Fallande
3 Ravished.
The queen drew in a slow and steady breath, inflating her stiff corset to its meagre capacity. She ached, and she could feel the blisters swelling on her heels as the preposterous things which counted as shoes cut viciously into her feet. The queen haltingly stood, struggling to retain the grace she has displayed whilst seated. As she hid the pained expression on her face the...
Fallande
2 Stumble.
She ran, on and on, and on, never stopping, always moving forward, trying to get away from what lay behind her. Her long, dark dress tore on the bramble that raked at her heeled feet. Her bustle slipped, throwing her balance into chaos, she stumbled, uselessly trying to regain her footing, but tripped, and slipped, falling, down, and down. She tumbled down the muddy slope, with no...
Fallande
1 Swashbuckler.
She looked around seeking a plausible source of escape and respite, as the head of the guild of Agriculture droned on about his new form of crop rotation for root vegetables. She beamed at him, fawning at him whilst she reeled off her standard excuse of a delicate disposition for humidity, as he stole a generous look into the recesses of her ample cleavage. She knew he would...
OH NO, NOT I!
weren’t you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye?
did you think i would crumble?
did you think i would lay down and die?
