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Uh, I like to gorge myself in entertainment and waste my time on-line. Art. Music. Teevee. Books. Dance. Movies. I like them. SciFi. Yeah, I like that too. Support your fandom. Wank is whack, the wiggidy type and should never give you shingles. It. Is. Make. Believe. Is it an unpopular opinion? I probably have it.
Ships. Wha? I'm a girl. Sue me.
Those that are built on a foundation of friendship and teamy goodness so this is a mishmash of relation'ship' AND friend'ship'. ...and if it gets sunk (99.95% of my ships) we all live in a yellow submarine. In no particular order and by no means a complete list: John/Elizabeth (SGA); Arthur/Morgana (Merlin) Kara/Leoben (BSG); Harry/Hermione (HP); Warrick/Sara (CSI); Riker/Troi (ST:TNG); Owen/Tosh (TW); Jacob/Bella (Twatlight); Eric/Sookie (SVM); Sara/Nick (CSI); John/Aeryn (FS); Roslin/Adama (BSG); Ten/Donna (DW); D'argo/Chiana (FS); Starbuck/Helo (BSG); Spike/Buffy (BtvS); Gwen/Merlin (Merlin) Cordy/Angel (Angel); Willow/Oz (BtvS); Dana/Casey (Sports Night); Danny/Aiden (CSI:NY); Merlin/Gwen/Morgana/Arthur (Merlin); Mac/Stella (CSI:NY); Warrick/Cath (CSI); Grissom/Willows (CSI); Jack/Gwen (TW); Crusher/Picard (ST:TNG); Hotch/JJ (Criminal Minds); Morgan/Prentiss (Criminal Minds) ... *watch this space for updates*
Music of the Moment: sawdust and diamonds ~ joanna newsom
from the top of the flight of the wide white stairs through the rest of my life will you wait for me there there's a bell in my ears there's the wide white roar drop a bell down the stairs hear it fall forevermore hear it fall forever more

drop a bell off of the dock blot it out in the sea drowning mute as a rock sounding mutiny there's a light in the wings hits the system of strings from the side where they swing see the wires the wires the wires and the articulation in our elbows and knees make us buckle we couple in endless increase as the audience admires and the little white dove made with love made with love made with glue and a glove and some pliers swings a low sickle arc from its perch in the dark settle down settle down my desire and the moment i slept i was swept up in a terrible tremor though no longer bereft how i shook and i couldn't remember then the furthermost shake drove a muthering stake in and cleft me right down through my centre and i shouldn't say so but i knew that it was then or never

push me back into a tree bind my buttons with salt fill my long ears with bees praying please please please love you ought not no you ought not then the system of strings tugs at the tip of my wings cut from cardboard and old magazines makes me warble and rise like a sparrow and in the place where i stood there is a circle of wood a cord or two which you chop and you stack in your barrow it is terribly good to carry water and chop wood streaked with soot heavy-booted and wild-eyed as i crash through the rafters and the ropes and the pulleys trail after and the holiest belfry burns sky-high then the slow lip of fire moves across the prairie with precision while somewhere with your pliers and glue you make your first incision and in a moment of almost unbearable vision doubled over with the hunger of lions hold me close cooed the dove who was stuffed now with sawdust and diamonds

i wanted to say why the long face sparrow perch and play songs of long face burro buck and bray songs of long face sing i will swallow your sadness and eat your cold clay just to life your long face and though it may be madness i will take to the grave your precious long face and though our bones they may break and our souls separate why the long face and thought our bodies recoil from the grip of the soil why the long face

in the trough of the waves which are pawing like dogs pitch we pale-faced and grave as i write in my log then i hear a noise from the hull seven days out to sea is that damnable bell and it tolls well i believe that it tolls for me it tolls for me though my wrists and my waist seemed so easy to break still my dear i'd have walked you to the very edge of the water and they will recognise all the lines of your face in the face of the daughter of the daughter of my daughter darling we will be fine but what was yours and mine appears to me a sandcastle that the gibbering wave takes but if it's all the same then will you say my name say my name in the morning so i know when the wave breaks

i wasn't born of a whistle or milked from a thistle at twilight no i was all horns and thorns sprung out fully formed knock-kneed and upright so enough of this terror we deserve to know light and grow evermore lighter and lighter you would have seen me through but i could not undo that desire

from the top of the flight of the wide white stairs through the rest of my life will you wait for me there

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