ganked from many:

On the twelfth day of Christmas, neitherday sent to me...

Twelve squirrels suffering

Eleven strings writing

Ten crows a-kissing

Nine cats birdwatching

Eight trees a-scrying

Seven cigars a-walking

Six politics a-nothing

Five ci-i-i-ivil liberties

Four zebra finches

Three haunted houses

Two psych wards

...and a luna in an astronomy.

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I just spent several hours trying to get these pictures to upload. Very frustrated with LiveJournal and Semagic. Will, of course, get over it.


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I've spent most of today and a good deal of yesterday helping purpleglitter with her pre-move. Making boxes, packing, bringing stuff downstairs. The birds in the new apartment, each got to spend a little bit of time just enjoying the outdoors and listening to the outdoor birdie sounds. I keep hearing a finch up here still, perhaps it's Isobel's ghost.

I made sure to catch the sunset this evening, as I won't have the spectacular vantage point after purpleglitter moves. I took a number of pictures, and will likely be posting them from the house_of_clocks tomorrow. I've got 30-60 minutes of work to do, then I'm off to bed.

Tomorrow morning at 9:00 the movers arrive. I'm about to disconnect this computer and bring it down.

There are things that I try to say. Things that cannot be said because for such things there can be no words. Many people will therefore find much of what I say nonsensical. I am by far not the only one who sees these things, I am just one of those who is foolish enough to attempt to speak them.

I talk of demons and of angels and of monsters and of God. I remember the walls stained with blood and I know where the devil lives. I have wandered between the dreaming and waking to where I could no longer distinguish one from the other. I am friends with færies and do business with ghosts. I have walked the asylums and tasted their zombie potions. I do not speak in the polite language of the day. I am mad, of course. And that is that.

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survivor? whateverthefuck. i'm not one. i did not survive. i'm just the pile of debris left over from whatever was here before. whatever was here before died. died a very long time ago.

i'm not a person. i'm just a ghost in a breathing body.

electricube (formerly quiteodd) came over to visit today. She took me to the Chai Café for lunch, after which she crashed out on my bed for some time. After her nap we took a walk around Spy Pond as the sun set. It was beautiful. I love living so close to something so wonderful.

On her way out, I gave her the ouija board I made. I put a lot of work into that board. I originally gave it to Kerry (a former roommate) as a present for Yule in 1999. She left it behind when she moved out of the old house_of_clocks and it became mine again. I loved it, but lately it's given me bad advise (like one time telling me to stop my meds were poisoning me and another time tell me to kill myself). I don't really want it anymore. I think it would do better in the hands of someone else. I just seem to channel the wrong spirits. I hope electricube gets a lot of good use out of it.