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I was particularly pleased with this turn of phrase when talking about the previous meme:
"I am apparently both God and Satan with a little bit of New York Jesus added to the mix."
And now I'm pleased with the alliteration in the first scentence. These are some of the many joys afforded to the writer immersed in her craft.
Though I'm hardly immersed, because sleep calls to me insistantly. I already fell asleep on the kitchen floor for a good hour after dinner. You can do things like that when you have the entire house to yourself; no one will trip over you. You can also have some excellent sake with your dinner. You can also cook a tomato sauce with crab and onion and tomato chunks and oregeno and rosemary. You can also fail to find the garlic. You can also enjoy the cat's companionship in relative peace. You can also leave the dishes sitting until just before you go to bed.
This New York Jesus spent the weekend traipsing the city with the Uber PanReligion Apostle Posse. As grey as the clouds on Saturday, grey as my nomiker, grey as the soul of ashes. Black as goth haiku on Sunday, when the sky was blue and the weather perfect, feeling nearly as kickass as Hijikata-san in black wraps left to flow, a formal black kimono top, and matte black books half-laced in iridecent sparkle. See, I can pretend to be cool, sometimes. Saturday was art and inspiration, Sunday was a picnic in the park. Both days involved the most excellent![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
majochan, yayoikh, and lazy_as_a_cat, and the sun-day enjoyed the additional company of vash_donutangel, and one other who shall go ninja nameless due to her lack of livejournal.
Everyone proved themselves just as cool IRL as online, saving of course for myself. But I do a fairly good job of pretending in both planes, so I didn't detract from the l337ness of my companions.
There is a way to touch someone's life and make it beautiful. A word, a gesture, the sudden understanding that you are a precious and valued creature, and your life takes on the dimensions of story, opens like a sky full of water and becomes life in truth. The ability is a rare one, to give the gift of becoming. Even if it doesn't last long, receiving it is like a sudden blaze of fire in the dry grass of your day, like the rush of dawn over the surface of the waters. And for a brief, glorious, insane moment, you are.
"I am apparently both God and Satan with a little bit of New York Jesus added to the mix."
And now I'm pleased with the alliteration in the first scentence. These are some of the many joys afforded to the writer immersed in her craft.
Though I'm hardly immersed, because sleep calls to me insistantly. I already fell asleep on the kitchen floor for a good hour after dinner. You can do things like that when you have the entire house to yourself; no one will trip over you. You can also have some excellent sake with your dinner. You can also cook a tomato sauce with crab and onion and tomato chunks and oregeno and rosemary. You can also fail to find the garlic. You can also enjoy the cat's companionship in relative peace. You can also leave the dishes sitting until just before you go to bed.
This New York Jesus spent the weekend traipsing the city with the Uber PanReligion Apostle Posse. As grey as the clouds on Saturday, grey as my nomiker, grey as the soul of ashes. Black as goth haiku on Sunday, when the sky was blue and the weather perfect, feeling nearly as kickass as Hijikata-san in black wraps left to flow, a formal black kimono top, and matte black books half-laced in iridecent sparkle. See, I can pretend to be cool, sometimes. Saturday was art and inspiration, Sunday was a picnic in the park. Both days involved the most excellent
majochan, yayoikh, and lazy_as_a_cat, and the sun-day enjoyed the additional company of vash_donutangel, and one other who shall go ninja nameless due to her lack of livejournal.Everyone proved themselves just as cool IRL as online, saving of course for myself. But I do a fairly good job of pretending in both planes, so I didn't detract from the l337ness of my companions.
There is a way to touch someone's life and make it beautiful. A word, a gesture, the sudden understanding that you are a precious and valued creature, and your life takes on the dimensions of story, opens like a sky full of water and becomes life in truth. The ability is a rare one, to give the gift of becoming. Even if it doesn't last long, receiving it is like a sudden blaze of fire in the dry grass of your day, like the rush of dawn over the surface of the waters. And for a brief, glorious, insane moment, you are.
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