kill kill kill

[fictional]

did not sleep at all last night, for the stabbing head pains were too great.
now must venture forth into the world for puddings and more apple sauce. and also head over to CUNY for they are fucking me over with forms yet AGAIN.
am v. unhappy.

Comments

[patashoqua.livejournal.com]

Ew. Feel better, dear one. Anything I can do, just call.

[kalichan.livejournal.com]

thank you, love.
*nuzzle*

Invocation by a Certain John Heath-Stubbs

[askeladden.livejournal.com]

Venerable Mother Toothache
Climb down from the white battlements,
Stop twisting in your yellow fingers
The fourfold rope of nerves;
And to-morrow I will give you a tot of whisky
To hold in your cupped hands,
A garland of anise-flowers,
And three cloves like nails.
And tell the attendant gnomes
It is time to knock off now,
To shoulder their little pick-axes,
Their cold-chisels and drills.
And you may mount by a silver ladder
Into the sky, to grind
In the cracked polished mortar
Of the hollow moon.

By the lapse of warm waters,
And the poppies nodding like red coals,
The paths on the granite mountains,
And the plantation of my dreams.

Re: Invocation by a Certain John Heath-Stubbs

[kalichan.livejournal.com]

and now, to collect whiskey and opium!

on second thought...

[kalichan.livejournal.com]

perhaps codeine and chocolate pudding might do well enough as substitutes?

i will repeat this nightly.

- a very grateful kali.

Re: on second thought...

[askeladden.livejournal.com]

K's got the mp3 if you think it might go down better with music. Er... if squawling dissonant countertenors fall under your definition of music.