happy birthday to me. go read my new totally normal sonadow fic with nothing weird or freaky going on. no, don't look at the ships, look at me. it's normal
seen from Romania

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happy birthday to me. go read my new totally normal sonadow fic with nothing weird or freaky going on. no, don't look at the ships, look at me. it's normal
In a poem, one line may hide another line, As at a crossing, one train may hide another train. That is, if you are waiting to cross The tracks, wait to do it for one moment at Least after the first train is gone. And so when you read Wait until you have read the next line— Then it is safe to go on reading.
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One wish may hide another. And one person's reputation may hide The reputation of another. One dog may conceal another On a lawn, so if you escape the first one you're not necessarily safe; One lilac may hide another and then a lot of lilacs and on the Appia Antica one tomb May hide a number of other tombs. In love, one reproach may hide another, One small complaint may hide a great one. One injustice may hide another—one colonial may hide another, One blaring red uniform another, and another, a whole column.
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One identical twin May hide the other. And there may be even more in there! The obstetrician Gazes at the Valley of the Var. We used to live there, my wife and I, but One life hid another life. And now she is gone and I am here.
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When you come to something, stop to let it pass So you can see what else is there. At home, no matter where, Internal tracks pose dangers, too: one memory Certainly hides another, that being what memory is all about, The eternal reverse succession of contemplated entities.
-Kenneth Koch, “One Train May Hide Another”
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sleeve lengths, continued. 30 August 2019
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John did not really know his own heart.
Iris Murdoch, The Nice and the Good (1968; Penguin edn, 1978) : 230
Today
Today I bought a jacket, took the old one off and threw it in the bin. Put all my phone and junk back in the new pockets. Felt the same, just a different shade of green. Lit a cigarette, put it out on a new office block. Looked around to see if I was alright. Sat in Costa, bought a drink - half cream, half chocolate. Left the chocolate.
Stood around in changing rooms for a bit, sweated out the new jacket. Tried on a massive padded bra and my neck disappeared. Tasty bit of magic. Went home on the bus, put some new earrings in. Star shapes. Stared at my to-do list. Colour coded and closed my laptop.
ok the urge to post my new fic is officially becoming unbearable. i'm determined to hold out though so instead u get to see what i've lovingly dubbed "the failed shadow pov". actual fic will be sonic's pov and up october 16th 👍
Three months to the date after the Shatterverse incident, Shadow wakes up in a cold sweat. It's not the first time it's happened; recently, his dreams have been filled with visions of Sonic vanishing, of Shadow being just a fraction of a second to slow to stop him from being erased from reality. Every time it happens he spends hours convincing himself Sonic is still alive, often so long that by the time he's calmed down the sun is already coming up and trying to get more sleep is pointless—but tonight is different.
Tonight, Shadow can seek out more tangible proof that Sonic is alive.
sneak peek for the fic i'm dropping tomorrow
people who like when i bully shadow are going to have a field day with parataxis
SUPERCONductive brains