coalesce

i watched,
as beings coalesced,
souls tongued,
behind the veil,
by the sideline.

always by the sideline. why?

why
why
why

surely this cannot last.. forever?

of thimbles and buffoonery

Design Complicity's tree brolly. i haven't experienced such an urge of desire in a while.. apparently the leaf print on the brolly casts a penumbra (i've always loved this word but never had the chance to use it..) upon the user with the right sunlight filtering through and as demonstrated by the second photo, the effect is all the more enhanced when the shadow falls on a white article of clothing.

wouldn't this be perfect for our dreary weather of late? though with such a beautiful dainty, i'd be hesitant to use it in the rain.. it would really have came in useful late last night while i was running home in the rain... with this, i think i'd be springing about and twirling my pretty brolly like Gene Kelly in Singin' in the Rain.

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an invisible fleet-footed sprite pops its head out of the trees and stares in silent amazement at the peculiar giant spiraling around under its own peculiar tree. this peculiar tree - it gyrated with gawky thrusts and jerks, most undignified! so unlike this lordly one the sprite was currently perched on.. it had an unsavorily thin trunk, but most flummoxing of all, it appeared to be constructed out of air! where were the branches that supported the leaves? the peculiar tree's yummy crown of leaves looked to be wafting about on its own, almost a separate entity from the trunk..

and what was that peculiar giant doing with the tree? was it performing some sort of ceremonial dance in worship of the tree? now that the sprite could most certainly agree with.. but really, the giant was making such a ruckus, some sort of noise - "cining een der rane"? worship ought to be something quiet and respectful yet this giant was leaping and swirling about, its tree hovering precariously over its overly energetic worshipper. well now. worship was worship after all, and with that, the sprite gave a final sniff and went back to tending to its own tree, trimming it of nuisances and lovingly caressing the spots where it knew the tree preferred.

perhaps some day the sprite would go and say hello to its noisy new neighbour, yes perhaps.

karma delivery for psychopathic Roxanne. sometimes, in my obsessive otaku-Claymore mode, i forget how brutal the manga can be.

as much as i loathe the character Roxanne in Claymore, i do however think that the name is extremely pretty - it is unfortunate how the name seems to be plagued by unpleasant connotations. it was on my list of baby names for the future.