a journal bound in leather fine

there are... things. probably crap or waste on the whole, probably, with a couple of gems stuck in them, but not nearly good... but they have this nasty habit of getting personal. like, there is some [little] thing about them. choice of music, perfect sync, seamless motion or a character, play on words, choice of colours, for crying out loud... something small that does not change the big picture, but sticks. you may fall in love with one single moment, but fall you do. eh... so it becomes personal in the sense of that small something only you, with your personal quirks, might find remarkable and precious, and would want to keep... somewhere close #-)
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and then there would be men, giving their swords and their ships names, which turns an 'it' into a 'her', and then calling their fair [silver & ivory] lady 'the sword of the ocean'...
...and I'd be drowning.
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and then the melody from this song here would seamlessly flow into the Oceans of Time theme from Dracula...
out cold. dead '-)
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so, high. despite one big gaping plot hole with rags of a dozen of stories flapping in the breeze... despite a very, verrrry large dose of OMGWTF laced with BBQ. it's, it's like... PTerry's opera, in a way. a journey one must NOT embark on with a couple of tickets to the darker corners of L-Space in their pokets.
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might have to borrow/rent/download some good old hopefully innocent books for future-in-the-past reference #-)
[ETA: *not* innocent any more, neither in Russian nor in English. honestly, firewater and musical ecstasy..!]
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and for the dessert, ( that very song. )

Tags: 20k, cohen, lxg
mood: cranky
sound: Leonard Cohen - Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye