~pink floating dogs....
Aug. 5th, 2002 04:50 am``Spinning rapidly, until they're pink poodle passion-- spinning around until they're hyper-transport poodles. Surrealistic Imagery, with poodles. I think I read a Harlan Ellison story along those lines once, except it was more depressing, because it had no poodles."
This was brought to you courtesy of Stephen, pink poodle boy extraordinaire. "I'm so proud," he says. Professional reporting by Reena, Pink Poodle Pusher.
"Do they actually come naturally pink, or do they have to dye them?" he says, wonderingly. I keep typing, remembering my professional pledge of poodle prowess.
This has been, Pink Floating Dogs, and the world at large: an essay. Because we all know, Reena is here to do serious, serious things. Froget... I mean, forget about the poodles. And chiahuas. And frogs. They have nothing to do with anything.
Even if writers are liars, Stephen says, "A good story would at least hint as to why it's telling a lie, and that's a truth." So actually, this all meant something. What, I don't know. I don't know if I want to know. But someone knows. If you know, by all means tell me.
Pink Floating Dogs, and the Heart of the Slytherin...? It has promise, certainly....
seriouser addendum:
by the by,
thamiris' genesis slashing, in principio, actually made me happily rethink everything i'd ever wanted to think about the god/luce dynamic. i love it~! ever since neil and linsner together with my overly sappy mind made me oh-so-sure god was the bully in all this mess we've found ourselves in, i only thought of the Fall as a tragic tale of Love Denied. but, it's just, so, so perfect, seeing it as a simple misunderstanding, because after all god isn't very good at communicating, even though he's the sensitive type, lonely and yet carelessly arrogant-- so perfect! oh god. the shivers. the shivers of utter glee...!
my own genesis slashing always lacked that kick, to me. i guess i had something to say and i said it, but neither lucifer nor adam ever acquired that emotional grounding they really needed. they were both kinda limp rags, in my thing, weren't they? dammit. oh well. all those literary references. all those metaphors. all that SEX, oh godohgodohgod, indeed...! i always knew luce was a good lay, given half a chance, goddammit. i really gave 'im short thrift by turning him into lilith, didn't i *chortles*
( in other news, if i was an archangel, i would be.... )
vanityfair's little ficlet is so, so yummy. aww.
 ``If anyone was going to Manhandle, it would be Harry, of course."
and yes, i'm holding off reading in dialogia right now. i don't think i can handle the rush. ohgodohgodohgod. aaack. now i've done it. *runs off to read dialogia* oh lib & ivy, i will build an altar to sacrifice live fairy-bunnies for the harry/draco cause in your honor ;) i will!
REACTION:
oh. my. god. i'm going to-- combust-- god.
....this is probably the most painful thing i've ever read.
it's like, a complete sucker-punch.
i just have no resistance.
it is, just, so, raw. harry's pain, draco's bravado.
the pain of their language, continuously eluding translation to each other.
(Deep down, I think you’ve always hated me.)
oh, harry.....
This was brought to you courtesy of Stephen, pink poodle boy extraordinaire. "I'm so proud," he says. Professional reporting by Reena, Pink Poodle Pusher.
"Do they actually come naturally pink, or do they have to dye them?" he says, wonderingly. I keep typing, remembering my professional pledge of poodle prowess.
This has been, Pink Floating Dogs, and the world at large: an essay. Because we all know, Reena is here to do serious, serious things. Froget... I mean, forget about the poodles. And chiahuas. And frogs. They have nothing to do with anything.
Even if writers are liars, Stephen says, "A good story would at least hint as to why it's telling a lie, and that's a truth." So actually, this all meant something. What, I don't know. I don't know if I want to know. But someone knows. If you know, by all means tell me.
Pink Floating Dogs, and the Heart of the Slytherin...? It has promise, certainly....
seriouser addendum:
by the by,
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my own genesis slashing always lacked that kick, to me. i guess i had something to say and i said it, but neither lucifer nor adam ever acquired that emotional grounding they really needed. they were both kinda limp rags, in my thing, weren't they? dammit. oh well. all those literary references. all those metaphors. all that SEX, oh godohgodohgod, indeed...! i always knew luce was a good lay, given half a chance, goddammit. i really gave 'im short thrift by turning him into lilith, didn't i *chortles*
( in other news, if i was an archangel, i would be.... )
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 ``If anyone was going to Manhandle, it would be Harry, of course."
and yes, i'm holding off reading in dialogia right now. i don't think i can handle the rush. ohgodohgodohgod. aaack. now i've done it. *runs off to read dialogia* oh lib & ivy, i will build an altar to sacrifice live fairy-bunnies for the harry/draco cause in your honor ;) i will!
REACTION:
oh. my. god. i'm going to-- combust-- god.
....this is probably the most painful thing i've ever read.
it's like, a complete sucker-punch.
i just have no resistance.
it is, just, so, raw. harry's pain, draco's bravado.
the pain of their language, continuously eluding translation to each other.
(Deep down, I think you’ve always hated me.)
oh, harry.....