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11 March 2010 @ 07:53 am
 
 
11 March 2010 @ 03:19 pm


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We are all heavy-drinkers and whores,
What a joyless, miserable crowd!
There are flowers and birds on the walls,
And the birds all grieve for a cloud.

You are smoking your old black pipe,
And the smoke looks strange over it.
The skirt that I’m wearing feels tight,
But I hope that it makes me look fit.

What’s the weather – thunder or ice?
Here, the windows are all boarded shut.
I examine your face and your eyes
Have the look of a sly cautious cat.

Oh, what sadness I’m feeling inside!
Am I waiting for death’s solemn bell?
And that girl, who’s been dancing all night, -
She will surely end up in hell.

Anna Akhmatova, 1914
 
 
11 March 2010 @ 01:10 pm
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11 March 2010 @ 11:13 am
 
 
 
Title: It's the Thought that Counts
Author: Ami Ven
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Prompt: for [info]ravenne_crion's birthday, she asked for a fic with River
Setting: after the movie
Summary: There are down sides to being a mind-reader.

Link: http://ami-ven.livejournal.com/64032.html
 
 
 
11 March 2010 @ 11:08 am
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Current Music: cheesy 80s music
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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