March 30th, 2006

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I am exhausted, so it is testament to how very much I want to share the fruits of a conversation with happiestwhen a few days ago that I am making this poll despite being too tired to type.

Poll #700854 Regency Prince

Tezuka Kunimitsu is most like which Austenian Hero?

Fitzwilliam Darcy, because he is tall, dark, and handsome, is taciturn and antisocial, and never speaks unless he expects to say something that will amaze the whole room and be handed down to posterity with all the eclat of a proverb.
Mr. Knightley, because he is overly obsessed with ironing out the flaws of his protoge, guides and nurtures him at every step of the way, and has been in love with said protege since said protege was "thirteen at least."
Frederick Wentworth, because he is a noble and gallant captain with a loyal team, and he is secretly a hopeless romantic with a talent for writing.
Colonel Brandon, because he is 40 and infirm, and because it is far too easy to hear everything he says in the voice of Professor Snape.

He is none of these persons, you recalcitrant ninny! I shall expound upon my far superior position and reveal unto you my infinitely more apt comparison with some other hero whom you have most negligably dismissed, thus:

In other news, I want to make Chiya my slave and have her write TezuRyo for me, forever. ETA: Make that a Harem. *_*
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i guess we know the score.

Jeff Mangum/Anne Frank.

In his dreams he visits the house at Prinsengracht and thinks he can smell her body in the walls. When he wakes she is there beside him in bed, still in the white dress with her hair pinned to one side, smiling. She plays his guitar and he listens with his head in her lap, threading his fingers in the folds of her skirts. "I'm so glad I brought you along," she says, her fingers like rivets all along his shoulders. She presses down, hard, against his chest, leaving indentations there like the gaunt circles under her eyes; he plucks the rose from her brain and swallows her, forever.


It’s what Freddy would have wanted, they tell themselves as the generators begin to whir and the lights go on all over Madison Square Gardens. They aren’t aged, just aging. The show must go on.