With the exception of answering notes, my gallery's going to be quiet for awhile. I've hit another period of bad stress/self-doubt, and so the less I say, the better.
Careless Whispers WIPThe sound of rustling paper filled the imperial audience chamber, punctuated now and then by sounds of interest from the man bent over them. His visitor remained silent, hands behind his back, until the Emperor glanced up.Careless Whispers WIP by ~bloodrose83
"This is a very thorough report, Jade." His fingers sifted from one page to the other. "Hm, so, the replicas have a long way to go, don't they."
"About as far as I suspected," the Colonel replied. "One can hardly expect society to change so drastically in the course of a year, Your Majesty."
Emperor Peony Upala Malkuth IX sighed. "That is true. It looks like," and he moved to the conclusion of the military's report again, "that the larger cities are becoming more open-minded while the countryside is less accepting. I guess we'll have to have another summit at the end of the year to address it if it becomes a larger problem. But," he smiled a little, "the reports of outright abuse among the replica population are dropping."
"Or simply not being reported," his childhoo
Of all things I write and cannOf all things I write and cannot sendOf all things I write and cann by ~bloodrose83
Each evening black without recourse
Within each man and woman too
Broken things shall not mend
Of drink and blood,
The mind divorces
From reason, logic and strife
But these songs, they are life
And beneath that lies his wedded wife
I type and pen
Dulcet passion pent
The message, the title, lies unsent
To first rays of impotent light
Into the fleeing of the night
Sweet Mercury and swift Lethe
Lend me speed and quick forget
The times I've spent too long to think
Of simple air
Rather meet me on that golden stair
That first white crescent sickle
Give me ink-like things to say