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[Jan. 25th, 2008|10:55 am] |
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For my next trick I shall paint a monkey throwing bottles of absinthe. |
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[Jan. 12th, 2008|04:19 pm] |
To salvage what is left of my vanity (& don't ask about the reflection, don't you even dare!) I have chosen to exercise my creativity for a monument of sorts. What is this monument? Well, if you so decide, please view the alley side of 215's NE wall. There painted you will find a larger-than-life yet completely accurate portrait of the last woman I shagged.
... and yes, to everyone who says "Is it me?", it is you. |
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[Jan. 5th, 2008|02:19 pm] |
Happy New Year, you lot.
... my resolution is to be a better friend and neighbor. So, here, I've got something to say to you, Sam.
You have a lovely face when it isn't blathering inanely. I enjoy your knowledge of Muggle rock music. Please do allow me to buy you a drink, sometime. |
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[Jan. 5th, 2008|02:19 pm] |
I'm glad I decided to be slightly kind, today ...
What's a little conversation? She even posed for a portrait it's amazing that she looked so young and beautiful on the canvas. And then there was a pile of galleons on my table.
(NO I am NOT sharing, either). |
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[Jan. 5th, 2008|02:18 pm] |
Between being (nearly) a werewolf snack and waking up to find Death Eaters walking up and down the bloody Lane, I am beginning to wonder if I ought to go back to South Carolina. I WANT PITY, OK? Yes, there are problems there but at least they are confined to villainy of a more civil nature. Americans are far too versed in the ways of the blunt-natured and truthful to hide behind green smoke and botched Wolfsbane.
The war is over (supposedly) and we are at peace (not likely) so I wish I could see it manifest in this quaint little street.
But you know what my logic tells me? NOT BLOODY LIKELY. |
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[Jan. 5th, 2008|02:17 pm] |
( Warded Private. )
I could have been a --
There was the distinct possibility of ...
Lycanth -- fuck fuck fuck.
Today's the day to stay in bed. |
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[Jan. 5th, 2008|02:16 pm] |
I've finally got an owl don't ask me how I got him ... that's quite large and imposing. Perhaps it would make me seem large and imposing? He blinks rather steadily, ruffles his feathers and looks quite taken aback with the vacuity of my flat. What am I supposed to do, anyway, make it a unicorn preserve?
Seeing as now I have to name the beast, I will take suggestions (as I was thinking of Robert Plant or Sid Vicious).
( Warded to those who considered Michael to be their friend. ) |
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[Jan. 5th, 2008|02:15 pm] |
I found, this week, that I was incapable of caring too much about the fables and fairy tales running rampant upon the Lane. While they were a bother and an inconvenience part of the time I found the topsy-turvy world to be quite exhilarating. Hopefully I did no harm. No frogs or wolves were damaged in the making of this man (though I smashed my share of mirrors).
Last night, last night ... I painted this:
( Hello, blackbird. Winter's over, be my darling. ) |
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[Jan. 5th, 2008|02:14 pm] |
The stairs are a gasser, for sure. But there is enough room here, enough to shake a stick at. I've a bed in the corner, enough room for my records and a massive space to paint. Now, I guess, one might figure out where one would purchase such implements necessary for painting. Hmm.
( Private. ) |
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