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Requiem [06 Jun 2012|08:58pm]
Today, Venus passed between the sun and Earth, becoming visible to the naked eye. It won’t happen again for over a hundred years more, but when it does, it will come at precisely its appointed time, for another few precious hours.

Today, though, was unlike any other time it has touched us.

Watch. Look closely. Close your eyes just a little. It was the briefest of instants, but you can still see, if you’re willing, if you look just hard enough.

You can still see, just for a moment, the silhouette of a silver ship.

It’s a ship that carries horror and heartbreak and sorrow, but overpowering any of those, it carries hope and and strength and the knowledge that laughter will always crush down the darkness into dust. It carries faith in all of us, in what we have done so far, and what we will strive and go on to do.

And if you look closely enough, if you close your eyes just enough that the brilliant light focuses for the slightest of moments on the window set at the front, you will be able to see the pilot, and you will watch as the old man sheds years away, shrugs them off like a heavy blanket, becoming a boy that knows nothing but the never-ending sweetness of summer grass, summers that last forever to a child, pushed only briefly away for the sweetness of Christmas and the wild, wonderful fervor of Halloween.

You’ll see the pilot as the years fall away, turn to a sigh and are gone.

And you’ll see that he is smiling.

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i was grinding my teeth, i was wasting my youth, and using up my teeth [14 Feb 2012|04:37pm]
[ mood | pensive ]
[ music | They Might Be Giants--Climbing the Walls ]

The deep end
The deep end
People talk a lot, but they don't know
They pretend
They pretend
They don't really know how deep it goes

Not my best, but at least I'm not one of the Smashwords pornmongerers. Valentine's Day is a shitty day for an ebook site's servers to go down like the cheap whores the users are trying to peddle.

Anyway, last of the trunk stories and a Valentine's Day story kind of? Only really included for completeness and because I care about the characters. If you're thinking of buying, go Fantastical God-Machine instead.

Tune in next time to watch Del stare at a blank Word template forever. Show's over, folks.
(...or is it?)


please don't set me free, i'm as heavy as can be [20 Jan 2012|12:16am]
[ mood | cold ]
[ music | Rule of Rose--Love Suicide ]

It is cold. Cold cold cold cold coooooold. And I think I have the flu or something. Really creepily good circumstances for Toast to have my next cover ready.

I wish I could remember what I was listening to when I was working on this. Aces to assholes says Amanda Palmer, but I'm having a hard time recalling*.

Probably Sheep Song that seems pretty relevant )


one square foot there's gotta be mine [16 Jan 2012|01:15am]
[ mood | hrk ]
[ music | Barnum!--Out There ]

so I guess I'm doing this thing

is acute nausea and dizziness and possibly drooling a little the proper response to this situation I'm not sure anymore


An Open Note to Smashwords [15 Jan 2012|03:32am]
[ mood | busy ]

I believe I've removed my stories from this account, but on the off case your plagiarism filter churns something up, this is Izzy Winchester. To my knowledge none of my stories appear any longer online, and if they do, please notify me and I can edit accordingly. Copies exist on this journal, but they are visible only to me. Please do not delete my account. Thank you.


latex blue: a summary for the FSS [10 Sep 2011|10:21pm]
[ mood | off-kilter ]
[ music | Men Without Hats--Pop Goes the World ]

p-p-p-p-pop )

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what goes down must come up, what goes down comes up [23 Apr 2011|05:19am]
[ mood | hungry ]
[ music | Lazytown--Good Stuff ]

Del and Seiran journey into the wide world of bulimia fanfiction! )

The yark hits the bowl )

Join us next time, because we haven't even touched the "anorexia" tag!

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fighting in the sunlight, trading in the moonlight, having a wonderful time [03 Feb 2011|11:35pm]
[ mood | POKEMON ]
[ music | Tiny Tim--Living in the Sunlight ]

PC: What is this "whyfy" devilry you speak of? In my day we had modems!
DS: We know what that is!
DS: Come play with us!


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[19 Jan 2011|01:49am]
[ mood | depressed ]

the fucking cops are fucking keen

to fucking keep it fucking clean

the fucking chief's a fucking swine

who fucking draws a fucking line

at fucking fun and fucking games

the fucking kids he fucking blames

are nowhere to be fucking found

anywhere in chicken town

the fucking scene is fucking sad

the fucking news is fucking bad

the fucking weed is fucking turf

the fucking speed is fucking surf

the fucking folks are fucking daft

don't make me fucking laugh

it fucking hurts to look around

everywhere in chicken town

the fucking train is fucking late

you fucking wait you fucking wait

you're fucking lost and fucking found

stuck in fucking chicken town

the fucking view is fucking vile

for fucking miles and fucking miles

the fucking babies fucking cry

the fucking flowers fucking die

the fucking food is fucking muck

the fucking drains are fucking fucked

the colour scheme is fucking brown

everywhere in chicken town

the fucking pubs are fucking dull

the fucking clubs are fucking full

of fucking girls and fucking guys

with fucking murder in their eyes

a fucking bloke is fucking stabbed

waiting for a fucking cab

you fucking stay at fucking home

the fucking neighbors fucking moan

keep the fucking racket down

this is fucking chicken town

the fucking train is fucking late

you fucking wait you fucking wait

you're fucking lost and fucking found

stuck in fucking chicken town

the fucking pies are fucking old

the fucking chips are fucking cold

the fucking beer is fucking flat

the fucking flats have fucking rats

the fucking clocks are fucking wrong

the fucking days are fucking long

it fucking gets you fucking down

evidently chicken town

--john cooper clarke


and you think of all of the things you've seen, and you wish that you could live in between [17 Dec 2010|01:46pm]
[ mood | thoughtful ]

And you're back again, only different than before )

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no place on earth compares with home, and every path will bring me back from where i roam [14 Nov 2010|06:27am]
[ mood | introspective ]

Sometimes, you really need to think about what's important.

I'm going home for Christmas.

And I'm going to be staying there.

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hell, boy, ain't it grand? [17 Oct 2010|10:15pm]
[ mood | calm ]
[ music | Voltaire--Land of the Dead ]

So maybe you're wondering what my new room is like. Well, since you asked...

It's something like this )

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please stop crying, i'm fine [03 Oct 2010|04:35pm]
[ music | Hyadain--My First Friend: The Answer ]

One chilly, blustery morning in March, I cannot tell exactly how many springs later, Hazel was dozing and waking in his burrow. He had spent a good deal of time there lately, for he felt the cold and could not seem to smell or run so well as in days gone by. He had been dreaming in a confused way -- something about rain and elder bloom -- when he woke to realize that there was a rabbit lying quietly beside him -- no doubt some young buck who had come to ask his advice. The sentry in the run outside should not really have let him in without asking first. Never mind, thought Hazel. He raised his head and said, “Do you want to talk to me?”

“Yes, that’s what I’ve come for,” replied the other. “You know me, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course,” said Hazel, hoping he would be able to remember his name in a moment. Then he saw that in the darkness of the burrow the stranger’s ears were shining with a faint silver light. “Yes, my lord,” he said, “Yes, I know you.”

“You’ve been feeling tired,” said the stranger, “but I can do something about that. I’ve come to ask whether you’d care to join my Owsla. We shall be glad to have you and you’ll enjoy it. If you’re ready, we might go along now.”

They went out past the young sentry, who paid the visitor no attention. The sun was shining and in spite of the cold there were a few bucks and does at silflay, keeping out of the wind as they nibbled the shoots of spring grass. It seemed to Hazel that he would not be needing his body any more, so he left it lying on the edge of the ditch, but stopped for a moment to watch his rabbits and to try to get used to the extraordinary feeling that strength and speed were flowing inexhaustibly out of him into their sleek young bodies and healthy senses.

“You needn’t worry about them,” said his companion. “They’ll be all right -- and thousands like them. If you’ll come along, I’ll show you what I mean.”

He reached the top of the bank in a single, powerful leap. Hazel followed; and together they slipped away, running easily down through the wood, where the first primroses were beginning to bloom.


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your eyes shut as if going to sleep [30 Sep 2010|05:13pm]
[ mood | grieving ]
[ music | Hyadain--My First Friend ]

It'll be ok, it'll be ok, this time I'll take care of you )

ETA: Oh God, I'd never seen the second one...


i don't wanna be a good boy scout, i don't wanna hafta learn to count [28 Sep 2010|11:45pm]
[ mood | cranky ]
[ music | Tom Waits--I Don't Wanna Grow Up ]


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it's hard to show you any sympathy when all you do is beg for pain [27 Sep 2010|07:33pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]
[ music | Jonathan Coulton--Someone Is Crazy ]

I swear to God what even

(awaits new rabbit picture)

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madness is a nuisance, and no one is immune [22 Sep 2010|12:09am]
[ mood | aggravated ]
[ music | Emilie Autumn--Miss Lucy Had Some Leeches ]

holy shit how did Windows 7 manage to make MS Paint MORE of a retarded mess than it already was

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i wanna be the minority, i don't need your authority [16 Sep 2010|10:50pm]
[ mood | what the fuck ]
[ music | Green Day--Minority ]

Down with the moral majority, 'cause I wanna be the minority )

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[29 Aug 2010|07:32pm]
[ mood | Osaka ]

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gongaga, you are so not helping [18 Aug 2010|11:07pm]
[ mood | confused ]
[ music | Brendon Small--Ping Pong and Too Koo ]

Title: Heroin Syndrome
Pair: Cid/Vincent
Circle: Be Happy
Pages: 32
Content: G
Plot: Yuffie busts in on Cid + Vin, who are resting, yells "demon get out!" and whips beans at Cid. Cid is like WTF and chases after her while Vincent inspects the beans.
Cloud wonders if it's a hometown tradition, sowing beans like that.
They understand that it's to ward off an omen, but Cid is still angry that Yuffie for messing up his ship. She offers to clean the chocobos.
Yuffie then says that for good health they should each eat their age worth of beans. Vincent should eat 57. Cid says he doesn't believe it- then notices Vincent chowing down.
He starts begging for water as Yuffie runs away; Vincent says he doesn't feel better at all.
Yuffie explains more of the tradition and produces demon outfits. Cid gets excited at the idea of Vincent dressing up in them.
Vincent is like: no. But Yuffie is persistent that it's a festival! He should- and Cloud agrees. He says Vincent can do it as part of his atonement. He starts getting depressed about his sins, and Cid breaks in, saying his waiting for him to choose a hand [for his punishment]. He ends up in a Lum costume. Cid says it's nice, but Yuffie thinks it's mortifying. Regardless, they chuck the beans at him yelling 'demon get out' and he runs away. Cid gets all riled up for the chase, and Yuffie and Cloud admit they're to blame as well for this.
Vincent runs into Barret who wonders why he's dressed like that. Vincent apologizes to him, then uses him as a shield against the beans. He runs past Cait Sith and Red, the latter says he just saw Lum. The original 3 corner Vincent, and Yuffie is like 'what are you doing Cid, you forgot your beans?'. Vincent says Cid's doing the tradition wrong and leaps away majestically [which Cid finds quite impressive].
Vincent ends up twisting his ankle in his flight, and Cid finally finds him. He says as a prize he should get a kiss- which Vincent questions the tradition of. He starts trying to kiss him and jostles Vincent's hurt leg. Cid asks what happened, and Vincent is like- don't you remember chasing me everywhere?? Cid apologizes and carries Vincent to safety, then takes his place as the demon.
When the others are like 'oh, so we chase Cid now', Vincent is like 'wait'. Then shows up in combat gear decked out in packets of beans.
Tifa comes home to see them chasing and thinks it looks like they had fun.

That's funny, usually it's the version of events I make up to explain untranslated doujinshi that makes absolutely no fucking sense and the translation that explains what the fuck is going on in a logical manner.

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