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From my first livejournal account, this is a really, really old booklist.
I keep my current booklist at my listography.
booklist link here

Also, there is this.
It's the small collections of ficlets I wrote for a group of characters I fell in love with a long time ago.
Although it's dead right now, I've been thinking about reviving it, along with another ficlet series.

I'm looking forward to writing things without a serious intent.
Just, as soon as the weather gets a little better...
Cloudy/rainy days don't inspire me to write bright things, and "life.style" is mostly bright, while the other one, "Martian Prince", is mostly romantic.

Can romantic things be considered bright? Or dim? Simmering?

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Dec. 7th, 2009 09:00 am
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There are no bounds we see
Until our limits are met, we'll be unable to excel

Quite a radical change, this pen-to-paper
And we might not just give up

It's so dark out, with crazy-swirling stars
Dive into these black waters
Stained with maroon-colored crimson

Blindly falling as the water changes
No longer is it thick and heavy water
But free and chaotic air

In these breezes of despair
Lights of solitude blind us
Because of this, our savior is gone.

--With love, Reggie the Mouse
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With tasteless mounds we fear great toils
And with bitter sights we forsake the grave
Perhaps, as our minds grow smaller and wiser, so will our souls?

In this enriching betterment, what do we find?
What experience do we gain while only watching?
By watching alone; by repeating the same bad habits,
do we forsake and cancer ourselves?

What sort of mentality is the healthy sort?

We can't clear our minds of all the bitterness, all the resentment
The only cleansing our souls are calm with is crying
By letting out each drop of fake resolve, we extend our life
In years of crying, dozens more will emerge

Quite unkempt hair will take over the mountains
And then the sky will cry, and stars will fall
All the falling humans have done will be worthless
We'll drown in our self-loathing, and our future will plummet

In what games does one hide and play with poppies?
In what game does one slide by with fake masks?

Where does one learn to stop playing childish games?

--With love, Reggie the Mouse


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― C.S. Lewis

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