Of turning into a Merchant Ivory Jackie Collins

There is rather a lot going on my little kingdom.  I’ve been dreaming stories. I actually had a poem swirling this morning but I swallowed it with the last of my coffee. I also realised that I don’t have much of an imagination, I am not good at thinking up plot lines. Or scenarios involving [...]

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October 30th, 2011 by Feylian

Of romantic options – black mirth

What happens when landslides meet and multiply, when both are used to pushing, testing, hungrily devouring? A brief mushroom cloud of entanglement. So it won’t. Or at least this landslide will only have the occasional sliding pebble, some loose grit perhaps. This landslide will give, otherwise, not a gram of gravel. As for he of [...]

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October 21st, 2011 by Feylian

Of being a bloody idiot

No matter how old you are you will always be stuck at the age you first really inhabited your body. For me that was 17. That was my Joseph year;  the year I understood who I was and this made me battle ready. The entire world was waiting for me to conquer it; I was [...]

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September 25th, 2011 by Feylian

Of the effects of a maybe

If you had loved me, I may have forgiven you.

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September 25th, 2011 by Feylian

Of maybe-love

Right, get yourself settled, get something to sip and try not to cringe at the rusty writing. Like most people I use writing to sort my thoughts out, balancing the emotional/mental cheque book as it were. I haven’t written except in conversation with Raven and CC and a few days of online chat[i]. Raven is [...]

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September 16th, 2011 by Feylian

Of jonesing

Would you kiss me swipe your  crooked thumbs over my heart moulding the needles of  your heroin fingers in the interstices of my ribcage   Would you trail your lips on my jaw and hold my pulse in your palm   knowing me   Would you catch my sloshing qi in the hollow where your [...]

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September 15th, 2011 by Feylian

Of sigh/pining

Yeah, it is that time of the year where yours truly is once again in full sigh/pining mode. You know it is bad when the facebook stalking is not so much an occasional dirty little pleasure as a full blown inspection of every picture ever uploaded – so creepy. Also, I’ve resorted to wailing which [...]

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July 8th, 2011 by Feylian

Of stumbling down memory lane or how memory shapes personality

Due to a typical Feylian f…mess up I left my lovely Dell’s cable at a client. So now I am back in front of a PC at the office where I poured out much of my soul last year this time. Amazing how the same playlist*, same view, hell…the same emoticons on MSN, drag out [...]

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November 17th, 2009 by Feylian

Of still being in love and bad Afrikaans tv

I am watching Boer Soek ‘n Vrou and deary me, chewing foil would be more fun. The “probing” questions, the evasive Afrikaans farmer mustachioed, plaid shirt wearing, chino wielding bore meisters makes me seriously consider whacking my extremities on gangrene causing rusted ogiesdraad. /shudder I’ve been trying to write to, and about, Him but I [...]

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October 6th, 2009 by Feylian

Of rainy days and being stupid-in-love

Sorry about the radio silence folks but I am 1. as previously mentioned in this post, the village idiot and 2. sans 3G which makes posting outside of the comfort and joy of the work place challenging. And be warned: the likelihood of this post being south of anything resembling erudition is very good*! I’m [...]

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September 23rd, 2009 by Feylian

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