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Someone speaks softly through the horror and pain:
'Love has gone, but it could come again.'
Spring arrives quietly, warming her skin
Her heart, now red, is beating again
- Hannah Fury, 'Someone Speaks Softly'

Not a writer but a professional student. Instead I can be the jaded passer-by that caught a glimpse of a fling or a fatal mistake, a murder in the back alley, and I keep it all to myself so I don't lose any of it during the spilling from heart to paper on an unimaginary dark night. I write opinions, facts, emotions and other satisfied sentences that are the offspring of my imagination and external influences. And I do not need your validation to live, for the record.

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Inspiration: DayBefore!Misery
Musing Sweeney Todd.
Written on: Friday, January 8, 2010
Time: 11:33 PM

Dated: 23 Feb 2009
'Tis hard to wonder at the true destination of one's embarkation (if indeed, it may be called as such) if one fails to pay attention from the start.

I have been reading Sweeney Todd (otherwise known as String of Pearls: A Romance); since the time I gave up three pages into the novel (?), which was months before, I chanced upon it again two weeks ago at the same spot in the Library. It is a remarkable story; though I doubt I would like the character if the original version was used in the musical (starring Johnny Depp, remember?). The real Sweeney is one mecenary like no other, but above all I still hold fast that greed is a flimsy excuse for gruesome murder.

How does one plot schemes for mere shillings, I wonder? If passion never grips him, if the thought of an epilogue of a single life ending in bloody floors doesn't make him heady (even if he's it's most accomplished director) it's a pity to have him around.

I have an urge to lead the rest of my life with a melancholy air, immersed in the admirable works of Edgar Allan Poe, Sylvia Plath or Penny Dreadfuls and basically leading a rudimentary existence steeped in mystery, horror and ghastly sights, but I fear surely I shall go mad myself.