ask any of the chickies in my pen

"what if you slept? and what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? and what if, in your dream, you plucked a strange and beautiful flower? and what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? ah, what then?"

we finished the dance for mama - ye gods, i get to be a predatory lesbian. *blushes*.

seriously, i have a stage full of scantily-clad girls acting out 'reciprocity' while i stroke emily and manoli under the chin; and i have, of course, my introduction . . .

'ladies and gentlemen! the keeper of the keys. the countess of the clink. the mistress of murderers' row - matron . . . mama . . . . MORTON!'

and, apparently, i know how to use dashes properly. *glows with pride*.

gods i love english! it's so . . . tenuous!

yesterday upon the stair, i saw a man who wasn't there.

identity is a simply fantastic film with a ridiculous twist. and, yes, i managed to take us to see a clea film. a clea film which began and ended with a rhyme from velvet goldmine! - Without Even Realising It.

it was one of those fantastically trashy whodunnits . . . ah, i remember when i used to be addicted to agatha christie books. well, until i fell in love with sherlock holmes. and then moved on to lord vetinari. but we'll save my fiction loves for another time, children.