Oh Beeg'b, why can I never find the enterance to Filroy? I've tasted the unreal world and now what I perceieved to be viberant colourful place is bland.
I wish to go on adventures with the Chatwins, and find the world between the walls, the floating forrest and harper the watcherwomen's mishaps.

I feel like my life is the Mystery of Edwin Drood.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Tue 25 Jan 2011, 15:22, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

Stop sniffing the marker pens Gonz.

( girlinthehole, Tue 25 Jan 2011, 15:23, Reply)

You know when you'e just enchanted by a book? I currently am Beeg'b, absolutly enchanted. I haven't been like this over a book in well over a year or two
It's called "The Magicians" by "Lev Grossman"

That mystery of Edwin Drood is a wicked expresion they came up with in the book, which you literary types should know about ,)
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Tue 25 Jan 2011, 15:26, Reply)

It sounds a bit flowery for my tastes Gonz.

( girlinthehole, Tue 25 Jan 2011, 15:28, Reply)

Think of harry potter, at uni, with sex/drugs/rape/rivealy/general teenagerness.

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Tue 25 Jan 2011, 15:34, Reply)

Is Hermione now old enough for me to think this?

(Tugnut Ex of this parish, Tue 25 Jan 2011, 15:36, Reply)

I bloody hate teenagers.

( girlinthehole, Tue 25 Jan 2011, 15:37, Reply)