None For Sorrow.

Rooms of different realms all lined up. Waiting for the twisting of the key, the clicking of the lock. We give these silent walls the ability of speech so that they may convey to us their wish to be given the title of the mistress' room. To be her solitary companion in her dreaming and sighing and laughing.

Fighting Romantic (+Realist, Now)..

These words suddenly came to mind once again. I used to describe myself as a fighting romantic. Sigh. I refuse to believe that romance and/or goodness deserve a kick on their respective backsides. They cannot be as elusive as life seems to make them.

...Though I do admit now that them ding-dongs did not really transform that girl back into her raggedy form nor did that strange man actually render assistance to an injured stranger whom he shared a mutual antipathy with...

Fighting Romantic (+Realist, Now) [sic] ... More like a Rambling Fighting Romantic (+Realist, Now). Haha.

Aigu... To bed I must hie...

Prerequisite Ito, Shirley.

I guess I have been putting it off for so long now that I find myself realizing that I cannot move on to the next subject (or lesson) without finishing it with at least a passing grade.

A Thought That Was Playing With My Cup Of Coffee.

Viewing it as some kind of idolatry... because it is. We all find ways to rise above this flesh and blood world. Why resign ourselves to its keeping? There is no crime and no subsequent punishment. One twist of the pipes and it all just goes askew- or straight. Always just a matter of perspective. Or twist.