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[notwalking]

But by such abuses
As smack of spite and the overscrupulous
Twisting of thumbscrews: one soul tied in sinews,
One white horse drowned, and all the unconquered pinnacles
Of God's city and Babylon's
(A Lesson in Vengeance, Sylvia Plath.)

Thank you again, Asuka. You're a sweetheart.

Relatively sober for the first time in a few days, and now I realize how fucking broke I am. Guess I should start exploring the job market here. No law school or banking for me, thanks.

If I could remember the ball, I would tell you how it was. Doesn't really matter, though, because everyone was there anyway. Nearly everyone. I recall a lot of dancing and a lot of different girls, and that's about it. The after events were enjoyable, I do know that.



Knoxious, feeling any better?

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[ofthebirds.livejournal.com]

(ノ_・、) Ah, you don't have to do tha~t.

[notwalking]

Oh, but I want to. You like poetry?

[ofthebirds.livejournal.com]

(・・。)ゞ A little...

[notwalking]

I'll write you a poem. Or play my sax for you. Unless you'd like something else.

[ofthebirds.livejournal.com]

(*･ ･*) Oh~! You play music?

[notwalking]

Piano and clarinet too, but the saxophone is more sonorous.

[ofthebirds.livejournal.com]

｢(ﾟ･ﾟ*) Oh, hmm...!



~~~ヾ(*´▽｀) Let's just say you owe me a favor & I'll get back to you! Okay?

[notwalking]

Sounds excellent.