I will not cry until I know something...
Dec. 16th, 2011
Dec. 11th, 2011
Dec. 2nd, 2011
Nov. 28th, 2011
Nov. 17th, 2011
This is a writing exercise only. Fictional, etc.
Who: Mariam/Zseiza, Dr. Hudson, Dr. Black, ???
When: Present Day [2011]
Where: Pine Grove Psychiatric Hospital, near Elmsford, NY
Rating: R [TBD as story progresses]
Word Count: [Will be counted at end of segments]
Summary: A psychiatric patient and her world... [aka writing exercise]
( Patient File )
( Story Section 1 )
Who: Mariam/Zseiza, Dr. Hudson, Dr. Black, ???
When: Present Day [2011]
Where: Pine Grove Psychiatric Hospital, near Elmsford, NY
Rating: R [TBD as story progresses]
Word Count: [Will be counted at end of segments]
Summary: A psychiatric patient and her world... [aka writing exercise]
( Patient File )
( Story Section 1 )
Mar. 22nd, 2010
mood: 
mellow
mellowBut I'm back for now.
♥
Mar. 27th, 2008
Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Fear no more the frown o' the great;
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan;
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renownéd be thy grave!
-- William Shakespeare
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Fear no more the frown o' the great;
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan;
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renownéd be thy grave!
-- William Shakespeare
Mar. 24th, 2008
Welcome
mood: 
morose
moroseWelcome to my journal here on IJ.
I'm currently going through a bit of a rough patch.
If anyone is willing, I could use some proof-reading on an application to an RPG.
I probably will not post to this journal daily...and forgive me if I lock entries to private or disable comments...
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