... saviour...something like that at lease... well, let's get on with the tossing, okay?) Some Bits for the Salad (p. 10) "A poet's identification with imagery...is...merely a concern with _terms for transformation in general._" "When considering transformation in general, we may stress the respects in which many different kinds of image can perform the same function." (p. 12) "The range of images...
... saviour...something like that at lease... well, let's get on with the tossing, okay?) Some Bits for the Salad (p. 10) "A poet's identification with imagery...is...merely a concern with _terms for transformation in general._" "When considering transformation in general, we may stress the respects in which many different kinds of image can perform the same function." (p. 12) "The range of images...
The fact that we are alive may mean that we have already been chosen for some purpose, and if life is not something we have chosen for ourselves, then maybe we are not ultimately free to die. -The Way...alone until now. Now I am Sun and Steel, traditional and contemporary, a step closer to a warrior ethos I've been chasing after for years. Here we are approaching [ Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('
original posting: Fri, 26 Sep 1997 09:43:11 EDT EXERCISE: Plot #12: Transformation: 20 Master Plots Based on the book "20 Master Plots (And How to Build Them)" by Ronald B. Tobias. ISBN 0-89879-595-8. Master Plot #12: Transformation (p. 153) "The plot of transformation deals with the process of change in the protagonist as she journeys through one of the many stages of life. The plot isolates...
This holy reality, this holy experience. choosing to be here in... This body. this body holding me. be my reminder here that I am not alone in This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this...Chance to be alive and breathing Chance to be alive and breathing. This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality. Embrace this moment. Remember, we are eternal. All this pain is an illusion
Title: Dr. Strangesize or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Write More Crack!fic, Chapter Fourteen. By: TheLoneGunWoman Rating: PG-13 for language Summary: Wilson should really should have known better...to find out what his secret was, but were only answered with groans and half-muttered explainations before the doctor fled. It was eventually attributed to metabolism. Men have all the luck. - Fin
...that obviously they do care about me, and want me in their lives. Yet... It comes with every full moon. It comes even more so on the mornings after, when I am too worn out to do much. With each transformation that passes my body is getting more and more tired of them, and all I keep thinking is that no one should have to deal with having to take care of me. It is a burden that no one needs. It...
I feel absolutely vindicated. She understood, was supportive, suggested I do unspeakable things to Robby for being so damned supportive through this entire ordeal and like. Yeah. Shes calling doctors and...a day off paid for being able to say what I said today. A weight has been lifted off my shoulders. A large, painful weight. God, it feels so good. This could very well be the happiest day of my life
Well...my first doctor appointment for my transformation is today, and it's a big one. It's the one where in between two shifts of work I finally worked up the nerve/guts to tell somebody in the medical industry what's been bothering me for 26 years. I'm very very very excited, I have to say. Also, possibly the most scared I've ever been.
