(Champion) (O, Prepositions Most Vile!)
Nov. 10th, 2007 08:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jheti
She loves it. They all know it's about the Diaspora, it has been since they first heard it, but it's her fucking favorite.
And we KNOW
Queen Mary Todd has sent her army
AND I CAN BE THE HERO THAT YOU NEED ME TO BE!
...You do what you want to do
I cannot tell you how to feel
If I can just get past her turn as Lady Macbeth (and she's stalling, somewhat understandably), they're going to hurt her, and it's going to be awesome.
For us, anyway. The audience might have less fun with it.
I find I can get behind heretical ideas
And make them real
The grievous deeds of the Floridian forces? *Smirk.*
ETA: 1,348 and this is the definitive version of How That Scene Happens, so I CAN STOP WRITING IT.
It let me go.
I'd cry, but that's the prerogative of children and laureates.
The best G Major Open Door song is Weight of the World.
This keying process destroys my favorite song on the album, but Weight was a very so-so song that turns gorgeous from the capo-up.
I'm now in that restless state of a psychological "itching"--I don't know what else to call the crawling sensation that's in my fingers and scalp and the back of my shoulders--that part where More is trying to be had, but the scene is finished, and there is no more, and you want more and the more wants to come, but won't or can't. It almost hurts.
Infinitely more wonderful than being blocked. It was like they were dead.
I was getting ready to write them funerals, or mourning, or something, just for myself in one of my paper books, because I thought they were gone and never coming back.
You know I'm serious. I'm too literal minded to be other than serious, much of the time.
Homework, now.
And we KNOW
Queen Mary Todd has sent her army
AND I CAN BE THE HERO THAT YOU NEED ME TO BE!
...You do what you want to do
I cannot tell you how to feel
If I can just get past her turn as Lady Macbeth (and she's stalling, somewhat understandably), they're going to hurt her, and it's going to be awesome.
For us, anyway. The audience might have less fun with it.
I find I can get behind heretical ideas
And make them real
The grievous deeds of the Floridian forces? *Smirk.*
ETA: 1,348 and this is the definitive version of How That Scene Happens, so I CAN STOP WRITING IT.
It let me go.
I'd cry, but that's the prerogative of children and laureates.
The best G Major Open Door song is Weight of the World.
This keying process destroys my favorite song on the album, but Weight was a very so-so song that turns gorgeous from the capo-up.
I'm now in that restless state of a psychological "itching"--I don't know what else to call the crawling sensation that's in my fingers and scalp and the back of my shoulders--that part where More is trying to be had, but the scene is finished, and there is no more, and you want more and the more wants to come, but won't or can't. It almost hurts.
Infinitely more wonderful than being blocked. It was like they were dead.
I was getting ready to write them funerals, or mourning, or something, just for myself in one of my paper books, because I thought they were gone and never coming back.
You know I'm serious. I'm too literal minded to be other than serious, much of the time.
Homework, now.
