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By the rules of the game, I must always lie.
06 February 2025 @ 03:40 pm
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By the rules of the game, I must always lie.
30 July 2024 @ 04:29 pm
This journal is closed. It remains here as an archive, but I no longer use LJ. I do not currently have an online journal elsewhere. You can find my fan fiction, old and new, on Ao3. I post new fan fiction there and update old ones there. No new fan fiction will be posted to this journal until further notice (and I wouldn't count on it happening, so just go to Ao3 if you're looking for fan fiction). Sorry for the inconvenience.
 
 
By the rules of the game, I must always lie.
31 July 2015 @ 12:05 pm
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By the rules of the game, I must always lie.
11 July 2014 @ 12:03 pm
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By the rules of the game, I must always lie.
20 June 2014 @ 12:03 pm
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By the rules of the game, I must always lie.
05 June 2014 @ 04:46 pm
So, LJ seems pretty much dead to me lately. It's felt like it was dying for a long time anyway. There probably isn't anyone reading this right now, that's how dead. Still, they continue to fuck with things and make it all more difficult for everyone and I've always found that intensely annoying. So, anyway, my point is that eventually I'm going to lock this journal like I've locked the ones before it and there won't be anything on it except fan fiction.

I'm not going to be updating fan fiction here anymore. For that, my Ao3 account is here and that's where I'll post fan fic from now on.

I've moved my journal/blogging activity to tumblr and mine's here. If you're on tumblr and you're reading this, it would be cool to see you there.
 
 
By the rules of the game, I must always lie.
Try to praise the mutilated world.

Remember June’s long days,
and wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew.
The nettles that methodically overgrow
the abandoned homesteads of exiles.
You must praise the mutilated world.
You watched the stylish yachts and ships;
one of them had a long trip ahead of it,
while salty oblivion awaited others.
You’ve seen the refugees heading nowhere,
you’ve heard the executioners sing joyfully.
You should praise the mutilated world.
Remember the moments when we were together
in a white room and the curtain fluttered.
Return in thought to the concert where music flared.
You gathered acorns in the park in autumn
and leaves eddied over the earth’s scars.
Praise the mutilated world
and the gray feather a thrush lost,
and the gentle light that strays and vanishes
and returns.

—Adam Zagajewski
 
 
By the rules of the game, I must always lie.
19 December 2013 @ 12:01 pm
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By the rules of the game, I must always lie.
06 December 2013 @ 12:01 pm
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By the rules of the game, I must always lie.
05 December 2013 @ 03:34 pm
Through my love of words and my love of ideas and metaphors, I can convince you of the most unlikely things. That’s what a magician does. He can make an elephant disappear on stage. I can make an entire world disappear or appear in a story. Or I can make dinosaurs fall in love with lighthouses. That’s magic.

Ray Bradbury
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By the rules of the game, I must always lie.
21 November 2013 @ 12:01 pm
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By the rules of the game, I must always lie.
14 November 2013 @ 12:01 pm
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By the rules of the game, I must always lie.
29 October 2013 @ 12:01 pm
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By the rules of the game, I must always lie.
28 October 2013 @ 01:56 pm
...to find the end, for the story’s sake. We read not to reach it, for the sake of the reading itself. We read searchingly, like trackers, oblivious of our surroundings. We read distractedly, skipping pages. We read contemptuously, admiringly, negligently, angrily, passionately, enviously, longingly. We read in gusts of sudden pleasure, without knowing what brought the pleasure along. ‘What in the world is this emotion?’ asks Rebecca West after reading King Lear. ‘What is the bearing of supremely great works of art on my life which makes me feel so glad?’ We don’t know: we read ignorantly. We read in slow, long motions, as if drifting in space, weightless. We read full of prejudice, malignantly. We read generously, making excuses for the text, filling gaps, mending faults. And sometimes, when the stars are kind, we read with an intake of breath, with a shudder, as if someone or something has ‘walked over our grave,’ as if a memory had suddenly been rescued from a place deep within us—the recognition of something we never knew was there, or of something we vaguely felt as a flicker or shadow, whose ghostly form rises and passes back into us before we can see what it is, leaving us older and wiser."

— Alberto Manguel, A History of Reading
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09 October 2013 @ 12:01 pm
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By the rules of the game, I must always lie.
27 September 2013 @ 12:01 pm
  • Thu, 16:21: “Longed for him. Got him. Shit.” - Margaret Atwood (Six Word Stories)
  • Thu, 16:22: RT @WhatTheFFacts: Christopher Walken was a lion tamer as a teenager and applied for the position because, "I've always loved cats."
  • Thu, 16:30: sectile: capable of being cut smoothly with a knife.
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11 September 2013 @ 12:01 pm
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04 September 2013 @ 12:00 pm
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28 August 2013 @ 12:01 pm
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21 August 2013 @ 12:01 pm
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