(no subject)

[lizzie_and_ari]

A funny story: On the sunlander train, there was an old man sitting behind us to the side, who leaned over and asked me what my name was. I told him, and he said he was going to give me something to read. I smiled politely. Half an hour later, he passed me a peice of paper with this poem.

Ariadne.

Well here I am again - aboard the Sunlander train

Heading to Brisbane on this sabbath day

Nothing much to do - then I catch sight of you

And my old mind's tricks come into play.



I go back to the time, when I was in my prime

But those teenage years have long since passed me by

For as my thoughts unfurl, you remind me of the girl

whom I loved until one of us would die.



My mind is still alert and I would dearly like to flirt

But my body just cannot go the pace

I must swallow my pride - my frustrations I must hide

Reality is what I have to face.



However you're the one to blame - my desires to inflame

And though we have never met before

I hope that on another day, when I am travelling this way

That I might meet up with you once more.



Now I ask you to forgive - these dreams that I relive

I'm so that that I met you - Ariadne

You are so very kind - you have rekindled my mind

And that means everything to me.

By Les Smith.



What an extraordinary experience. I couldn't work out how to react. I smiled a lot and was very gracious. Lizzie was darkly jealous.

Jack thinks it's hilarious.

I know that Lizzie just posted a massive thing, so I won't say much. We work for Satan now. So we're in slightly less trouble. Oh yes, and we're going to be living in the red light district!

Don't say we never have exciting adventures.

Love to all,
Ari.xxxx

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

He obviously killed that girl. You remind him of her and aroused all the guilt and frustration building up in his twisted mind. He'll find you, and chant wierd poetry and cry all over your mangled corpse as he stares at the blood covered knife that did nothing but add to his misery.

Well done for getting the jobs girlies! And even if it's rubbish, it's not a career, it's just to put food in your face and wheels under your arse so you'll be fine.

The moving house thing sounds wierd but kind of cool. My parents would love it; it's like really hardcore caravanning.

Umm... there's not really much Edinburgh gossip. You do know that Georgie and I aren't really fighting? No, no...it's called bullying. Please don't make out that she is a legitimate opponent.

Fliss has a new rat but it's nearly dead so it's rubbish.

I'm being a bit pathetic career wise, but am trying to get off my arse and do more gigs and write more...still, got new material which is working a lot better than my old stuff. It's a bit more evil, but that was sort of inevitable. I'm doing a gig in Glasgow tomorrow for lovely Billy Kirkwood. It's a character comedy night, so I'll let you know how it goes.

OK, I hope I've know set the trend for nice, long replies so that you feel loved. I'm sure Georgie will send you a message using a combination of the ten words that she knows soon. Oh, and Fliss, don't try writing a message and signing it with her name. She needs the practice. Yes, I know she dribbles on the keyboard but just give the thing a chance.

Much love to you ladies

Sian Elizabeth Bevan.

XXXXXXXXXX

[lizzie-and-ari.livejournal.com]

I love you Sian!!!

[(Anonymous)]

*smiles lovingly, yet sexily in a librarian type way. All in room faint at the glory of my beaming face*

Hope you two are still OK. Don't worry, you haven't been forgotten.

Love to you both

Sianesqua

XXX

[(Anonymous)]

Sian is really is being unbelievably mean to me these days. The other day she sent me a text message that said, "haven't seen much of you and sister recently, by the way you are the best one" and she sent the same fucking message to fliss.

I think you should come home and protect me....poor little georgie.

My first history essay was marked the other day, and he said it was "excellent, with the right amount of information, evidence, logic, and appropriate quotations"

I am a genius.

Miss you, but you smell for leaving me.

Georgie x