Compositionist? Me? Huh.

Sail, that was exquisite.

Heh, I hope all my afterthought editting didn't make it too hard to read. I wasn't sure how to indent and what I ended up doing worked, but still didn't do quite what I wanted.

Oh Sail. I would love a copy of that.

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I'm honored. It's prettier in Word. Would you like me to e-mail it to you?

Please do. Profile addy good.

Kristin, insent.

Thanks Sail.

Also, not at all hard to read, in fact quite a pleasure.

They say that love and hate are two sides of the same coin. Janus, that two-faced bitch, just likes to keep things interesting. My bed is a shrine to Janus, and I lay on the altar every night, listening to that coin roll on the tabletop, wondering which side it will fall on -- heaven or hell?

There are nights when I slip into bed, and when my head hits the pillow, the residue of last night's dreams puff up like dust and suck me into that otherworld where I fly, I float, I fuck without compunction, without rules, without limit.

I long for that world, and on those other nights, the night when Janus rules against me, I lay stretched out, burning-eyed and waiting, on the altar.

I lay myself in sacrifice to Morpheus, but Janus will have his due.

Beautiful, Erin.

Erin, wow. And all you other wonderful people--I'm overcome with the wonderful, powerful stuff that's poured out here.

And jealous. But, good with the bad.