boadicea () ( what a story. ) 061129 ... nom londons_burning_londons_burning 061129 ... stork daddy no such thing as comfort, just a matter of picking your poisons. in one you get to stretch out warrior taut arms like you did running as a child, and shout the survivor blood that transcended your dead lover, and in the other you remain a moral story to the wrong-headed children of your captors, and there will be no chance ever that they see what you really were. one day one of them might be running in a field, considering without knowing it, freedom in the way the blue sky above them brings them tears, and they will not even be allowed the doubt that someone like you had existed, who would guide them, who would stand at the end calling to them, a fierce matron, asking them to not forgive themselves so slightly. 061130 ... h|s|g enya hm hm hmmmmmmmmm hm hmmmm hm hm hmmmmmmmmm hm hm hm hmmm hm hmmmmm hmmmm hm hm hmmmmmmmmm hm hm hm hmmm hm hmm hm hmm hm hm hm hmm hm hm 101015 what's it to you? who go blather from