Loryndalar_Sa

loryndalar_sa @ 2009-04-08T01:27:00

2009-04-08T00:26:09Z

'History' is irrelevant, only chemical emotion matters. To feel, or not to feel. Don't think about it.

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Urgh

2009-04-07T01:34:45Z

Unimpressed.

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Hurt

2009-04-05T22:16:20Z

It never quite goes away, no matter how much I'll forgive it.

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Pointalism

2009-03-17T21:06:37Z

The wet street--an invoked night sky.
The night city, aglow and slick
pavement, mirror, the way a cloudless
view of stars should blow from a storm.
Above, there is concrete. I love
an inversion.

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loryndalar_sa @ 2009-03-17T21:02:00

2009-03-17T21:01:02Z

Drunk as a turned tuning fork.

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Tonight - 28 Feb 09

2009-02-28T21:41:55Z

A backpacker's bed in Exeter.
Cat of smell cricked around my back
neck, tasting a recent guest.
So I spoke. Instead of breathing.
Pushed out, out that first take.
Made a fold in my bed. A triangle in linen.
Placing my lips around your phone.

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Icecrust - 3 Feb 09

2009-02-27T13:18:36Z

How more like life, than to walk
on a crust of ice. Snow,
the dissembled puzzle--
refrozen, at its almost last life.
Once came soft, then together--
then, the breaking of a stanza.

--cracking, the pale ground,
not quite earth.
To walk, with flat, snake, feet,
on the crispest dirt.

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Snow - 1 Feb 09

2009-02-27T13:09:49Z

Under snowfall, the sky lit
as an eerie summer day.
Where you may lay in that sepia noon,
this was our evening, pushed upside--
to the sky, instead of from it.

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Bibliotech - 22 Feb 09

2009-02-26T22:45:43Z

The course wind from the underground--
up by the esculators, flooding with refuse from below,
onto the upper streets. Terrible, hovercraft fans,
still, now, but in summer,
push even human waste, exude-vapour,
up onto an incinderary city. --Pushes,
and nods to the sky's great (secret) vacuum.

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23 Feb 09

2009-02-26T22:39:04Z

I've missed the rain in London
--and this is not a reminice.
It has been a dry-powder-
air--fine, clustered pollen.
I sneeze! on clean air.

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Rail

2009-02-26T22:36:21Z

The train was delayed for a swan on the line.

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Station to Oxford

2009-02-26T22:34:57Z

I'd never seen a nuclear power station before.
I was heading to oxford,
and its vases sat,
undisturbing the surrounded ground. --
A curve that was unlike the countryside.
Bespoke.

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loryndalar_sa @ 2009-02-26T22:32:00

2009-02-26T22:30:57Z

Almost a motto: Just. Keep. Walking.
I can understand your pushing the Earth away
all over the dusk,
night a prelude to more day.
Crouched in bookstores, reading novels,
till being pushed, to keep moving on.
It's a way of not being in place,
and less cruel.

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Three for my Margaret Gran

2009-02-11T17:14:17Z

The longer months--she'd left to live--they'd said.
My Dad thought that meant; more than a year.
Cowardly sensitive, I agreed only by ommission.
And tried not to act surprised, the longer she was.

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It was funny, our living goodbye--
how neither of us said anything--not even
how sad we would be, how distant I was going
overseas--we spoke of our abandoned, criminal lives.
And instead I wrote her a card
of my inability to speak.

She choked on blood, my Mother said--breaking
into how we spoke of her
into her speech, her insistance--and I had wished
for her a final articulate goodbye.
And it is funny--even uncanny--how
that gutteral glob
between the two of us,
and in the ocean, said.

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I saw my Gran the day I left,
and it was as if it were a great contraction of all my life;
all from adult now, to having told her childhood dreams.
We'd reminiced on jewel-heists that never were.

We spoke then, and in a roundabout way,
said everything except our actual goodbyes.
But I remember the way she held my hand at the car,
wishing me good travel, her fingers in mine.

They way we'd talked,
was to draw everything but the absence out.
But that touch was irrefutable. It had been done.
I'll miss our rambling talks -- and in my thoughts:

Not goodbye, but good journey. I love you.

On the back of Kadeton's post

2008-11-18T10:21:40Z

Oh yeah! For those of you not knowing, I'm also heading to London, on the 5th December, for an indefinite period!
Err... we should catch up! :P

*Totally unprepared!*

Artistic tempermant

2008-10-23T07:18:28Z

Your result for What Your Taste in Art Says About You Test...

Balanced, Secure, and Realistic.

8 Impressionist, 1 Islamic, -9 Ukiyo-e, 7 Cubist, 5 Abstract and -24 Renaissance!

Impressionism is a movement in French painting, sometimes called optical realism because of its almost scientific interest in the actual visual experience and effect of light and movement on appearance of objects. Impressionist paintings are balanced, use colored shadows, use pure color, broken brushstrokes, thick paint, and scenes from everyday life or nature.

People that like Impressionist paintings may not alway be what is deemed socially acceptable. They tend to move on their own path without always worrying that it may be offensive to others. They value friendships but because they also value honesty tend to have a few really good friends. They do not, however, like people that are rude and do not appreciate the ideas of others. They are secure enough in themselves that they can listen to the ideas of other people without it affecting their own final decisions. The world for them is not black and white but more in shades of grey and muted colors. They like things to be aestically pleasing, not stark and sharp. There are many ways to view things, and the impresssionist personality views the world from many different aspects. They enjoy life and try to keep a realistic viewpoint of things, but are not very open to new experiences. If they are content in their live they will be more than likely pleased to keep things just the way they are.

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Gift giving chainmail (teehee), ooh khay...

2008-04-17T01:25:19Z

This one looks refreshing :)

The first three people who reply to this post, and who re-post this challenge: YOU WIN!!!

For your prize, I will send you a gift.

It might be something I've made, or something cool from my hidden stash of fabulousity. It might be a mix CD, or a rubber duck, or a book I think you might enjoy. A love letter, a useful object, or something else that is awesome or maybe just taking up room in my house. Very possibly something from my no-longer-in-existence Etsy store. [Or, er, what? No Etsy store for you (or me)! But something nice and/or appropriate :) )

Whatever it is, I promise I will get it to you in 365 days of your posted comment or less, and I will need your snail mail. PM your snail mail to me if you aren't comfortable posting it in a comment.

Ready
Set
Go!

loryndalar_sa @ 2008-03-25T01:51:00

2008-03-24T17:03:32Z

Well! There's another :/
Nothing much to do with it.
Tis disappointing. Mmhmm.
Shall just keep on working on it,
shall I?

loryndalar_sa @ 2007-12-04T20:06:00

2007-12-04T11:29:24Z

Well! 3 months with Manoj! :)
Spent the night last night with him (after watching two 'epic Russian vampire' movies), woke and took him in to work and had coffee and a danish together :P
Met him after work (after I skived-off work (*so* nice!), and did some writing (oh. Fucking. YES!)) and took him over to Murdoch, where we shared (and I surprised him with) cool candied hibiscus flowers (that are supposed to... and kind of do... bloom in sparkling wine), and there was kissing and the composition of poetry. Heheh.

It's so nice being *allowed* (and encouraged! :P ) to show this kind of attention / caring.
I got told off, in the sweetest, happiest way :) , for making things harder.
*Sigh.*

*Mewls.*

Irritaited with other aspects of life, but this one is a good one.

Arrgh! For other parts of life.

*Cuddles.*

loryndalar_sa @ 2007-10-31T20:04:00

2007-10-31T11:15:57Z

Quick poll:

After Christmas, should I
a- Keep at this construction job (53hr weeks of boredom), where I've managed to save ~$17k in 5 months, and look to save up a deposit on a house, or
b- Splurge ~$10k of that on a 2month holiday, going through India, maybe coming back to a similar construction job, or to do professional temping jobs (either way, while doing more uni)?

Respond!

loryndalar_sa @ 2007-10-11T20:17:00

2007-10-11T12:26:19Z

"Duty is not for reward:
Does the world recompense the rain-cloud?"
-The Tirukkural, verse 211

loryndalar_sa @ 2007-10-05T18:43:00

2007-10-05T11:26:44Z

Fucking boys! (no, no, Manoj is good :) ) -coming out of the woodwork, suddenly showing interest! Or jealousy.

All of a sudden, wanting what they can't have, lol! -which is ok.
What sucks, is that it'd all disapear if I were available. I'm merely being missed for what I can do, rather than being desired for me.
-it is nice to be missed... but it'd be nicer to be appreciated while *I'm* on the prowl :P

Jealousy isn't the same as being wanted.
It's nice to be missed (for however long... ), but being truely wanted? I think it's only now I'm actually letting me value what I've just been giving away for so long... self-value. :)

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Oh! And how cute/nice is it having your feet rubbed?! :P
Calm, intimate -there is a reason for it's religious significance, hmm?

loryndalar_sa @ 2007-09-24T14:13:00

2007-09-24T06:22:14Z

You know, this whole:
'Hey! Wow! We just spent a weekend together (may I add, yay! he says),
now I'm off to Melbourne for 12 days for work!'

SUCKS!

That is all.

Uni

2007-09-24T06:16:49Z

Whee!!!
Got a high Distinction (78/100) for my first assignment in Honours, a novel outline.

And now, here's a bit of the novel for said outline, which I'll be presenting on Wed
(comments welcome)

The Tale of the Dragon-King
Chapter 1:

"Hard knuckles cool, ground into my palm. He feels like a fever-chill, at the rind of my skin.

And across my chest, where his tongue had dragged and caught, there are trails of draft.

I think he sees me shiver, and laughs with his nose billowing at my neck as he climbs his body over me. –Like being held.

I feel loose. Shaky.

Rolling, rocking myself. Over me he tightens, then is shed like skin. Getting my limbs back into some wrench of self-control, after their nodding shake –my arms and legs and torso –limbs that said little ‘yes.’ Even if I do feel kinda sick, even as something slowly dying is crawling outta my dick, cold. I am in a rictus. This is just so fucking cool! Something is tightening again.

--Against what just happened to me. Tensing, to run, to return here again…

Head floping to the side. Right now.

"Hi." I Squeak. Hide a tremble hanging from the ceiling, why don't you? Chords in my throat tight. Uncertain, and now embaressed.

He grins back at me.
"Hi there, too. Cute grin you got going." He sighs— "–Heheh, ahhh! And thank fuck for you Andrew!"
He stretches –clenches! Then when our clammy skin touches, I pull away. Shrinking each bit of my body that comes anywhere near his.

Oh fuck... I feel like laughing. Through the heaves of being sick.

He keeps making simple statements while I shuffle-off the bed; ‘I could go a beer,’ ‘you’re so smooth,’ ‘want a drink?’ –smiling-small each time I straightened with another piece of clothing. My clothing. Twisting them around in my hands looking for openings, and clothing each limb with a demure solitude.

When he stands up naked, penis curled over his balls, his is a new confidence. With spots of cum like white rust on his belly.

I feel distance and desire working, when he wraps his hand along my shoulder.

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We’d argued about my leaving into the rain –about my craving it. To have the drops stitch my skin back to muscle. Or he didn’t guess that. But I could have stayed, he said.

He spoke as we stood at the door; the world framed, a painting on scales –swimming on muscle behind water.

His argument was similar to how he’d flipped me here and fro when our limbs snagged as we fucked. ‘Fucked.’ My mouth open, while my throat says it.

But when I got out, my prescence pushed the rain back into the sky.

We said we’d see each other online."

And the translation (maybe? :P )

2007-09-21T13:23:52Z

Chudukal thotu-muti
-mindathe edaku
pallum tondaum garjichu
nakne nejilninu
-kadichu pidichu
herdayagal -randu nayagal permatil.

Loryndalar_Sa

loryndalar_sa @ 2009-04-08T01:27:00

Urgh

Hurt

Pointalism

loryndalar_sa @ 2009-03-17T21:02:00

Tonight - 28 Feb 09

Icecrust - 3 Feb 09

Snow - 1 Feb 09

Bibliotech - 22 Feb 09

23 Feb 09

Rail

Station to Oxford

loryndalar_sa @ 2009-02-26T22:32:00

Three for my Margaret Gran

On the back of Kadeton's post

Artistic tempermant

Balanced, Secure, and Realistic.

Gift *giving* chainmail (teehee), ooh khay...

loryndalar_sa @ 2008-03-25T01:51:00

loryndalar_sa @ 2007-12-04T20:06:00

loryndalar_sa @ 2007-10-31T20:04:00

loryndalar_sa @ 2007-10-11T20:17:00

loryndalar_sa @ 2007-10-05T18:43:00

loryndalar_sa @ 2007-09-24T14:13:00

Uni

And the translation (maybe? :P )

Gift giving chainmail (teehee), ooh khay...