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Expect a lot of poetry spam for a while here.

"Wodwo," Ted Hughes: Why do I find
this frog so interesting as I inspect its most secret
interior and make it my own?

*eyes the Somebody Frog* Why indeed.

( A Charles Wallace poem )

A
gunslinger poem.

(no subject)

Tired, wheezy, and my feet are sore.

I fell asleep in the back of the band room today and woke up fifteen minutes later completely disoriented.

I'm skipping karate in favor of a nap, I think.

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Mmmmmmmmmmmph.

The road to my heart is paved with spanikopita.

*siiiiighs* I occurs to me that if I app Charles to in_the_wood, I can use the username what_is_real, which is what I originally intended for him at Milliways. Plus, I can use all those pictures of wee(er)!Alex Pettyfer.

Hmmmph. *sulks at THREE-QUARTERS of her f-list*




Also.

I got Beatrice.


I'm sure at some point the butterflies in my stomach will go away, but at the moment, I'm happy to let them stick around.

Now I really need a Shakespeare icon.