salutations, sweetheart.
 
g r e e t i n g ?

hello.

as merely a maintainer
of this space, i cannot
speak for the site itself.

however, if i were it,
i would surely hope that
you enjoy your time here
though there is truly little
that may be worth seeing.

n o v e l ?

2009 january 31:
finally did what i've been meaning to do for literally years and years: move to dreamhost.
2008 june 26:
something different.
p r i m a r y ?

estab. 2002 november 27
nat. 2002 december 17
maint. unnamed (?);
host. dreamhost
view: /joined?

things have changed considerably since its conception and birth.

c h i l d r e n ?

hers:
i-am-not-an.elven-girl.com
/erzsebet: emiliza fans
/untitled: in progress

r e c o g n i z e ?

design: sweetwater
photo: s.polaris
poetry: t.d.
prose: c.
 a f f e c t i o n ?

hystericgirl.bs.com: ngoc
raison-detre.org: chopin
shinshoku.net: masao
pyreflies.nu: nara
aurelae.net: lisa
jeido.org: sasa

a l t e r n a t e ?

/x: thought
/zine: create
/sui: personal
/northyrn: photo
/shuideshui: symphony
/iheartyogurt: froyo&food
♣ subaru-kun.org: another
♥ nabsegda-vashi.com: love

c o m m u n i c a t e ?

email: northyrn@...
aim: sumeragisui
facebook: search.
msn: lyraenna_ (hotmail)

m i s c e l l a n y ?

/sui: yelp
/iuris: twitter
/sui: livejournal
/northyrn: myspace
/berryyogurt: deviantart
/mind_anesthetic: xanga

 
{  f  i  n  .  }
thank you for stopping by.

"the torn cardiac muscle"
Why break a heart?
Why not simply tear it apart by every
sinewy fiber and the flesh of
living dreams and warm blood. Why not
dissemble every tissue until it
screams in joy. Why not chew into it,
why not bite this pumping red jawbreaker,
throbbing with life. Why not giggle
at its demise. Why not
tie a big pink bow out of ribbon onto
it, a bit too tightly, so that it
squeezes and squeezes until it
bursts. Why not tear a heart
apart. Why not.

i d e n t i t y ?

label: sway
placement: universe
predilection: music, art, words,
forgiveness, redemption, surrender, think, write,
dance, walk, swim, fly, air, seek, observe, read, love, live.

cont.: i really dislike describing myself in first person,
so i'll simply say this: i am human. i'm sure anything
else you'll easily be able to discern on your own.

©2002-09.

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