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[pensnest]

I bought myself a bunch of flowers about two weeks ago. The lilies and the rose have faded, but the carnations and crysanths and the funny fuzzy blue stuff are still blooming. I feel there ought to be poetic metaphor in this, but I can't find it.

And dammit, why do I have storybunnies queuing up in my head, and why can't I write anything? Mooooo.

Also, why is there so rarely an LJ mood that matches mine? Grump. Must add to mood theme.