Time-wasting of the day...

Note that there are usually many many possibilities for each...

Reminds you of an ex-lover: Desert Rose (Sting)

Reminds you of an ex-friend: Albequerque (Weird Al)

Makes you laugh: I Don't Want To Go To Toronto (Radio Free Vestibules)

Makes you wanna dance: The Rite of Spring (Igor Stravinsky)

Reminds you of the one you want: Um, don't have one for him yet.

You wish you wrote: Any Chopin; any Hedningarna; tons of stuff, really.

You never want to hear again: The teenie pop they played in my dance classes.

You want to get married to: Silence.

Makes you want to mosh/bang your head: Enter Sandman (Metallica)

Sums up your teenage years: Lucretia, My Reflection (The Sisters of Mercy), and I'm not out of my teenage years. ;)

You used to hate but now love: Brain Damage (Pink Floyd)

You like to wake up to: Dominion/Mother Russia (The Sisters of Mercy)

You like to fall asleep to: Delerium or Robyn Miller or Loituma and such.

You like out of your parents record collection: Weather (Michael Gordon)

You love that you wouldn't know about if it wasn't for a friend: Anything by The Sisters of Mercy.

Reminds you of your first crush: Closer (Nine Inch Nails)

From your favorite movie: Um, I like a lot of movies. The tumbling down song from End of Eva, I suppose.

Makes you think of the stars: Comet Figurehead (Tangerine Dream)

Makes you think of the night: Lights (The Sisters of Mercy)

Makes you think of sex: Klevabergselden (Garmarna)

Makes you think of being alone: Milk (Garbage)

Reminds you of your best friend: Anything by Delerium.

Nuriko has hammerspace, Tom has diaryspace...

Ah, the joys of having bunnies like this chewing on your elbow during class. Staring at the teacher trying to explain your opinions on Bruno Schulz with naked wizards prancing about your head...

Yet another part of The Fic That Nobody Reads, featuring PrivatelyInsecure!Lucius, Tangible!Tom, diaryspace, and kinky gay innuendo between twisted evil people.

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I am stupid; Surrealists are not.

This currently has my vote as Best Thing Ever:


I observe the following bit of dialogue between André Breton and Fobert Desnos, or I read it as if it were a fragment of a play with stage directions:

A.B. (to Robert Desnos). The seismoteric tradition. . .
R. D. (turns into a stack of plates)


From Nuits sans nuit et quelques jours san jour, the dream diary of Michel Leiris (translated by Richard Sieburth). It's undated, and the entirety of the dream. Makes me happy.

In other news, I managed to totally fuck myself over again. Went to the FWT office this morning to get an extension for my registration, and they gave me a form to fill out and said to turn it in by 5 today so as to not have to pay 50 bucks. So the logical thing to do is to go home, sit down, fill the thing out, and drop it off when I go out for lunch. No problem. But naturally I go home, put the form down, and instantly and completely forget about it until 5:15.

There are some parts of my brain I love. Like the musical ability and the writing talent, and the way I can understand characters, and the way I can dance, and the way I can make shiny things with Maya. But then there are some parts of my brain I hate. Like the total inability to cope with the real world.

More fic tonight, I hope, if the bunnies behave. *eyes bunnies*