Of syrup for blood

I feel like I am motes of once-known-as-Feylian swirling in Barenjaeger* or a leaf blowing in the whistle of Felix Laband’s Whistling in Tongues. I want to drink Him and I know he will taste of maple syrup. My blood is hardly salty red – I’ve just made him a mixed cd of music so [...]

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September 15th, 2009 by Feylian

Of reading and penetrating cold

I love how sometimes only 1 day can be of such awesome that writing becomes a giggling Herculean task. Last night was indeed epic, even if it was not nearly what I had envisioned it to be. El was, as always, freaking legendary. It is a miracle that the woman can move without stepping over [...]

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August 1st, 2009 by Feylian

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