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Friday, April 24th, 2009
12:23 pm - Chapter Twelve
Standard Disclaimer of the sort you normally see inserted here. I'd like to thank Lady Sybs for being a Grade A loon and her failure to understand she has become a long standing fandom joke at this point. Oy vey.

<--Chapter Eleven


( Chapter Twelve )

current mood: what fresh hell

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Thursday, April 23rd, 2009
7:55 pm - Chapter Eleven
In loving memorium of our war with Lady Sybs I'd like to dedicate this chapter to our lost love. It was brief and it guttered beautifully like a candle in the wind. Like Elton John on a tear, coked up, and making his own crazy eyewear with a bedazzler and a hoard of school children. (note: he is NOT bedazzling school children, except by accident.) And since LS has seen fit to throw us over for Twitter and Peter David, well, at least we know where we stand. We lie in the street bloodied because Sybs could not run us over fast enough to get in on that hot, hot Peter David action: Potato Moon. Pffft.

What would USA Today have to say about BLOODY RUSSET if they read it and were really high?

"Like PG Wodehouse ate Stephenie Meyer!" - USA Today


( Gothic? I do not think that word means what you think it means. )

current mood: worried for my sanity

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1:02 pm - Chapter Ten
Insert standard disclaimer here. Coincidences, etc. Y'all know what I mean because we share a Universal Mind. No one owns anything. And like Rousseau says--personal property is an illusion that one dude claimed and another dude was so dumb he believed him.

<--Prologue, Chapters One - Nine

( Bella shifted into fifth gear and sped along the windy road, while Jacob clung to the oh shit handle, you know that little handle right above the passenger window that has a hook for dry cleaning or clothes when you are going to a wedding or a funeral? )

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Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009
7:28 pm - BLOODY RUSSET: A Tribute to Lady Sybilla's Tribute to Breaking Dawn


Diclaimer: I will never try to sell this fanfic or publish it. I mean who in their right mind would give me money for an unbeta'd unproofed piece of crap like this? All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer and Hachette Books. Nothing belongs to Lady Sybilla and any characters in my story are not based on any person living or dead except by coincidence because we all share a Universal Mind.

Prologue:

Potatoes don't do very much. They just kind of lie there. If you expose them to light they start to turn green--that's chlorophyll, but it's poison because potatoes are nightshades. Deadly nightshades! They also grow those creepy eye things. But every once in a while at noon some potatoes go bad. They grow fur and fangs and for almost sixty whole seconds they are able to rip out the throats of chickens and stoats--if those creatures happen to place their necks limply within tearing range (approximately .2 mm) of the were-potatoes jaws. Jacob was just such a potato with beautiful russet skin and dozens of knobby white eyes.


( Chapters One - Nine )

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Friday, September 10th, 2004
10:09 am - An Troll in the HP Dungeon!? Well, duh. Is it Friday?
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La Post!

um, sorry about the Franglais.

And the moral is:

"Harry Potter is not real. Nor is he your friend, nor would he WANT to be your friend if he did exist.

Deal with it.

Also: anyone who uses ":)" or ":(" is an arsewipe and ought to be put down."

:D :D :D :D

I think the troll is either huffing glue or vitamin B deficient.

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Thursday, April 1st, 2004
8:43 pm - The Hate!
First the was the crush thread.

Now there is the H8 Thread!

Enough vitriol to make sandwiches for an army. And proving Newton's Second Law - for every action there is an equal but opposite reaction.

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Wednesday, March 24th, 2004
12:50 pm
This is my fandom_wank journal. I keep a livejournal.

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