Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
to Kydonia with love
I aim for the sun, and for sand in my sandals, and for the fragrance of foreign flowers. I will march to the beat of a different drum. I will bring my very own Greek god home with me. See you all when I return from my Odyssey.
Way to go - through the Pleiades' whims and all the way to Crete? Watch out for some minotaurs - is all I say. They might make useful pets.;) After you've drunk delight far on the ringing plains of windy Troy, passed through the labyrinth, and ... I guess the inevitable greek princess wouldn't apply to you (hopefully) :P
Oh, and the inspiration? I've been promised something like a roundhouse kick by the subject concerned upon returning from ohio. COuld u invest in an enchanted armour or something from Vulcan's Forges?
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Way to go - through the Pleiades' whims and all the way to Crete? Watch out for some minotaurs - is all I say. They might make useful pets.;)
After you've drunk delight far on the ringing plains of windy Troy, passed through the labyrinth, and ... I guess the inevitable greek princess wouldn't apply to you (hopefully) :P
Oh, and the inspiration? I've been promised something like a roundhouse kick by the subject concerned upon returning from ohio. COuld u invest in an enchanted armour or something from Vulcan's Forges?
Anyway, bon voyage!
Hope you find a Knight of Cydonia! :) {Oh no, I won't be making a very bad musical pun when I say that poets are usually Muses!}
Poets are inspired by muses I believe.
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