[=10]SO BASICALLY if any of you have read my recent poetry you'll know I say it's written by a new character, known as Verdilac or Morrison.

He has a particular way of writing/thinking that I like, so uh. Basically, I want you guys to give us a subject - a word, a phrase, a topic, a colour, an animal, a verb, an adjective, a name, a question, a thought, anything. Be creative, man - be imaginative.

Inspire me, dammit.

Results will be posted here whee.

Edit: LOL I forgot to mention - in that long list up there? Your characters. They count. Preferably with a link to a biography so V/M knows what the hell he's talking about.


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Nathaniel Sarel

Nathaniel Sarel. What's in a name?
Shorten it. Quick, make it shorter!
So he can fit in, of course. Another world.
Just like the rest of us now. Fuck it all.

Fuck them, fuck him, fuck her, fuck everyone!
What does he care? A diamond shaft. Prized.
Controls chaos so neatly that nobody notices.
A sinner - the priests would never touch him.
Unholy.

It's a shame, though. Why can't he sample them all?
Every one of them! He messes his hair up - quick, quick--
--run out of time, yet lives forever. Barely notices the clock,
bound around his neck by a chain of gold hair. Shame.

Block your family out - leave them in the past, leave them again
Daddy's little girl doesn't love him anymore, makes him suffer
For who could love their coward of a father? COWARD.
C-c-coward. But he can't give a shit anymore.

Uppers, downers, inbetweeners - what are those again?
Ah, right. They make him forget. Forget what? What was it, he--
Her. All of them. Voice of liquid silk interrupted by sand.
It runs in rivers down his face, down a lean torso. Down the beach.

And then, oblivion?

Never.

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'Guilt is an illness, indulgence is the cure.'

[i]Well you'd say that, wouldn't you?

A fawn with this picto will be sitting in a mushroom circle between the ruins and the oak.

Can someone mini-fawn it, please?

I finally know Kaoori's birthday, and we've both been here for three years.

Happy Birthday my little blue doe. ♥

She's become such a part of me, it's crazy.

picture under the cut.

...just like the old man in that book by Nabakov.

She had a horrible habit, a terrible tenancy of playing with pieces of him she should not. She tugged at his tail, bit at his beak, fondled his feathers. He tried to dissuade her, tried to persuade her, tempted to push her away. She kept coming back, a bad penny brought back by her own curiosity, her wiles, her womanly ways.

It drove him mad. It delighted him. She would be the death of him - the best death.

The smallest death.

Woohoo... Guess what... Today passed one year when I registered on TEFc. Wow, how this time goes fast. One year with you, guys... thanks (:

More of his poetry. I've done nothing but write like this for about a week now. :'D

...all I do is give; am I wasting my time?

The Night Stag

UPDATE: FINALLY finished my stag/doe's bio up some more! Further updates will come up in the future as the RP story and TEF world go about.