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Date Posted: 22:20:27 04/19/02 Fri
Author: Julian Emberson
Subject: what's the story, morning glory?

Julian was reading. Again. So far there had been no better replacement for the leisurely hobby of his. He was recumbent against his chair, which was pushed back against the wall. He chose an alienated table somewhere along the east side, where the philosophy books remained untouched. Many were more interested in the magical works, but he preferred reading muggle theory of life and how it works. Some he found incredulous. Some he found fascinating. Either way it kept him and his mind productive throughout the rest of the day without classes.

But he would prefer company over this. It was getting far too mundane even for him. He thought of some invisible company, discussing the things he had read and seen and done and watched, perhaps maybe over coffee at some random caf� away from the community, in the muggle world again. He still remembered places, visiting once in a while during the summer before school started with Jason, his "legal guardian". With a small sigh, he rested his head on the cushion of the crimson chair he sat in, letting his lashes touch the beige smoothness of his skin, silk on silk. His hands remained delicately cradling the tattered pages of Fyodor Dostoevsky's Notes From Underground.

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Damn, this was getting boring. But who could he turn to about these things but his own mind?

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Replies:

...I Want You, But I'm Not Giving This Time... -- Celeste Riceburg, 11:49:07 04/20/02 Sat
- everybody gives in whether they like it or not.
  -- Julian Emberson, 13:04:01 04/20/02 Sat
  - Re: ...Words That I'm hearing Are Starting To Get Old...
    -- Celeste Riceburg, 14:17:36 04/20/02 Sat
    Re: ...Words That I'm hearing Are Starting To Get Old... -- Julian Emberson, 21:13:24 04/20/02 Sat
    Re: ...You're My Shooting Star... -- Celeste Riceburg, 06:14:01 04/21/02 Sun
    Re: ...You're My Shooting Star... -- Julian Emberson, 17:05:48 04/21/02 Sun
    Re: ...You're My Shooting Star... -- Celeste Riceburg, 14:47:26 04/22/02 Mon
    Re: ...A star can kill. -- Julian Emberson, 18:35:53 04/22/02 Mon
    Re: ...If Thats The Way You Want It... -- Celeste Riceburg, 17:43:06 04/23/02 Tue
    Re: i'll make you into what i want. -- Julian Emberson, 18:18:48 04/23/02 Tue
    Re: ...Perhaps, If You Have The Patientce... -- Celeste Riceburg, 19:33:45 04/24/02 Wed
    Re: for a friend, anything. -- Julian Emberson, 00:43:38 04/25/02 Thu
    Re: ...The Choice Is Yours... -- Celeste Riceburg, 14:52:28 04/25/02 Thu
    Re: it had always been.. hadn't it? -- Julian Emberson, 19:38:11 04/25/02 Thu
    Re: ...You Never Had To Make My Decisions... -- Celeste Riceburg, 19:51:53 04/25/02 Thu