a. The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question … Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” Let us go and make our visit.
b. Dear lord, must I stumble across Elliot every time I read fanfic that speaks to the core of my being?
c. Well played, good sir, well played. This glimpse of them made my heart ache.
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Date: 2009-07-04 07:43 am (UTC)Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
b. Dear lord, must I stumble across Elliot every time I read fanfic that speaks to the core of my being?
c. Well played, good sir, well played. This glimpse of them made my heart ache.