A Storm Of Wings

The Moon Looking Down
I'm apparently an elitist for comparing Ace Combat Week with an invasion of moon locusts with an insanity-inducing miasma (Guerre! Guerre!), says an Expression (of the "I loathe your charm" variety, Charm and strange are twins, after all. I just made a particle physics joke and a Xenosaga reference in the same sentence.) Of course, he won't see this. I've decided his presence here would be little more than amensal. Porcit me te bonan.
GORB.
Blork.

Cry 'Erecthalia!'

All the Wounds of the Earth
(Prima convien che tanto il ciel) This week carries a distinct scent of lemons and rotting pears (perch'io indugiai alfine i buon sospiri) brought by Nomadacris septemfasciata in the guise of airplanes. And what for? WAR. Fear death from the air. colonnesfleuries (douloureux paradis!), temps plus n'adore... Oh, the filmy wing! Cold ravages me...

On the shores of the diamond lake
We shall watch the fishes
Faldiladia.

Mooncarrot
-various sentence fragments from A Storm Of Wings by M. John Harrison.
-I do not speak French or Italian.
-If you haven't figured out what the name means in terms of everything going on, you weren't meant to. Here, have a song, you freaks.
-The song is Old And Cold And Full Of Ghosts, which is EXACTLY HOW I FEEL THE DRAMA EARLIER TODAY IS.

Vientiane
I finally introduced Tiang to Carla and Immelman, despite Immelman's best efforts of distracting Carla for unrelated reasons. I've been talking to her (Carla) about it, even in April, when I felt a misguided sense of frustration at Tiang. It didn't last very long, since Tiang had to go and Immelman was talking about Facebook to Carla.

Also, the snack machine mocked me with its habanero chips. It didn't take my card. Bastard machine.