on the uses of fruit just past their prime

Sushi for breakfast and a piecrust in the oven? I daresay I'm now feeling a bit better than I have been.


It's going to be a plum pie, FYI. And it's going to be delicious. And all mine. Mwahaha!

damned muses

Dear Mr. Fingolfin-former-high-king-sir-who-has-moved-into-my-brain,

     I do understand that it is somewhat strange and cluttered in there, and that there is an awful lot of music and random song lyrics and such, but please remember you chose to move into my brain. No, stop cursing. Please. I don't speak Qendyan but I know those things you are shouting at me can't possibly be nice. And switching to Sindarin won't help much, since I only remember a little of it.

     How about a truce? You stop being scary, and I'll find a creative outlet for you to exist in. A story, perhaps? Or some drawings? Hell, you can even bugger Lai Lai for all I care just please stop yelling in my brain so much? Please? I mean, I already made you your own icon. Obviously I mean only the best. I just don't know what you want and yelling at me won't get it done any sooner.

     with all respects,
          nutmeg