Stars

Submitted by Dolce on February 18, 2008 - 14:33

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I eat stars. Biting and swallowing. Great handfuls of millennial light. Until I am filled up with silver. Glowing with beams of brightness. Bursting with starry fire. Radiant with the subtle blues and reds and greens. I eat stars. Reaching into the inky sky to pluck them like fruit. Like jewels. Like tears. I eat stars. Stars that taste like memory. Like forever. Like silk and cobwebs. Stars that slip on my tongue and shiver me. Stars that crunch and break like brittle glass. Stars that taste of ice and ages. Stars that make no sound when I pull them from the arc of heaven. That succumb. Silently. Without will. Without wondering. Falling stars and even’ stars. Stars that aren’t really stars at all. But dreams and longing and echoes of prayers. I eat stars. Until the night is black again. Until the dark is complete again. Unadorned. Until the sleepers don’t dream and the lovers sleep. And dawn creeps up like a thief.

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Dolce, a bit late...

Submitted by George Eliot on February 21, 2008 - 22:00.

... but I thought you might like this. Liked your story. Spent hours trying to figure out how to post a picture, so much did I like it.

George

Submitted by Dolce on February 22, 2008 - 08:33.

this is fabulous! Strangely enough, just after I posted this, I discovered that one of my neighbours works at the actual Observatory, after which Observatory, my suburb, is named. He's invited me to take a closer look.

dolly

Submitted by morticia on February 19, 2008 - 07:22.

if you don't mind, i'd like to save this one. it's simply beautiful - like one long string of words / reel of images, without beginning or end.

taste of ice and ages

dreams and longing and echoes of prayers

i'm captivated by this post - drawn into the dream. i'm evicting the sheep and saving this for the dark hours when all the worlds asleep around me.

Morts

Submitted by Dolce on February 19, 2008 - 16:32.

I can imagine you filled with starlight, on an evening of dew laden grass and a full moon.

Thank you.

Dolce

Submitted by FranklyWrankles on February 18, 2008 - 18:20.

I was a bit of a cunt today. So I must say sorry. You just stick poked me on the wrong day.

And this is magic. Absolute magic.

Andreas is right of course. You are an absolute babe.

Frankly

Submitted by Dolce on February 19, 2008 - 16:35.

bollocks.

You were not a cunt at all. You were waving a stick with intent. And I was waving one back (as misshappen and fixed with sticky tape as it is) Only work got in the way and I had to go and be... da daaaaa.... fire-put-er-out-er-girl. Grrr.

Here, all things being equal and filled with the occassional and welcomed gnashing of teeth, no apologies are needed.

Now stop phaffing about and write us another one, you hairy lipped hausfrau (Annie always did have the best stick).

Food for the imagination here Dolce

Submitted by Arbchick on February 18, 2008 - 16:21.

Delicious, this.

Arb, Arb

Submitted by Dolce on February 19, 2008 - 16:36.

you're back.

Didn't take long.

Now stop being silly and tell us just HOW gay this lovely mate of yours is. Can he be turned?

Dolce

Submitted by TiN on February 18, 2008 - 16:20.

Thanks for losing me. I thought you were talking about eating woolies star sweet and then I realised 1) I can like to be a doos and 2) this is awesome writing.

Take a bow.

TiNed Doos

Submitted by Dolce on February 19, 2008 - 16:37.

Woolies makes star sweets? Really?

Ag.

*shuffles feet and looks bashful*

Thanks Tinny.

Dolla

Submitted by dex on February 18, 2008 - 15:52.

This is very cool. You have some imagination, woman... really got lost for a minute there.

But you're missing a full stop at the end. It's like a needle in my eye. Ja ja that's my issue, not yours.

pur-dan-tick, I know.

Purr Dan Dick

Submitted by Dolce on February 18, 2008 - 16:11.

one full stop comin' up....

And Dolce

Submitted by dex on February 18, 2008 - 16:13.

it's a BEAUT. See? Now it just works. I won't even say anything about the 'dick' you threw in there.

Random Dick tossing

Submitted by Dolce on February 19, 2008 - 16:38.

is a speciality of mine.

Dolce

Submitted by Tarnished Lily on February 18, 2008 - 15:35.

Can see this in my mind's eye and its brilliance is brought to life by your words, ingested and expelled in silver tongues.

Lils

Submitted by Dolce on February 18, 2008 - 16:14.

thanks. There was something not nice about eating stars. But like Dex can't leave a phrase alone, I'm impossible about an image. And I had an image of this large gangly creature eating stars. Trying to reach for and imbibe their beauty. But not quite managing it.

Bliksem Dolce

Submitted by Vapour on February 18, 2008 - 15:15.

this is so cool.

Yussas Vanpoor

Submitted by Dolce on February 18, 2008 - 16:15.

you sure know how to give a girrrrrl a compliment.

Dolce.

Submitted by Ramon on February 18, 2008 - 15:10.

I can see the silver pouring out as you wrote this. It's almost as if there are no full stops at all. A greedy write.
Greedy is good.
Nice one.

Rrrrramoan

Submitted by Dolce on February 18, 2008 - 16:17.

A greedy write indeed. And interestingly, there weren't any full stops. I had to go back and put them in. All except the one Super Grammer Boy was missing. Geek.

Slut

Submitted by dex on February 19, 2008 - 16:43.

I knew you'd look, Dolce.

That missing full stop fucked the WHOLE thing up, okay.

i am not obsessive. i am not obsessive. i am not obsessive. i am not obsessive. i am not obsessive.

Blow Job

Submitted by Dolce on February 19, 2008 - 16:44.

ditto, geek boy.

How about a capital "I" there, Grammer Dude?

Jimmy Choo

Submitted by dex on February 19, 2008 - 16:48.

You really are fuckin' shallow, aren't you? Its just shoes. Get over it.

I don't care too much about grammar, but you need to end the thing properly. And I'm in a bad mood, so stop fucking with me.

Are we clear?

Beer and boobs

Submitted by Dolce on February 19, 2008 - 16:53.

now listen up, cup cake. I'm not interested in your "end the thing properly" bullshite. The bat doesn't whinge when you lose momentum and then cry a little, does she? No. She pats you on the back and encourages you to try again, that it happens to everybody. None of this "I'm in a bad mood, I'll kick your arse" kak.

So don't fuck with me, bucko. You'll be tjanking for your mamma in 5 seconds flat.

Cake Recipe

Submitted by dex on February 19, 2008 - 16:59.

Sweetie - listen to me.

She has no reason to whinge whatsoever. It's all sweat and glowing faces when I'm done.

Now - go mop the bathroom floor. I see your boyfriend's been visiting.

Half price plaid shirts

Submitted by Dolce on February 19, 2008 - 17:04.

Shame, so the bat has to do all the cooking too? Bastard!

Although, she tells me that you used to piss on the floor, but since she made you sit down when you take a slash, that's solved that problem.

I was disappointed myself, Dolce,

Submitted by Ramon on February 18, 2008 - 16:25.

At the lack of care you showed for your own writing.
I mean, C'mon? Missing a full stop at the end is like hunting rabbits in the middle of the night with black leotards on and waving Die Vierkleur in order to seperate the black rabbits from the white rabbits.

Silly mistake.

"O, Here! (O, God) Ons het nou net in 'n fokken Olifant...familie vasgeloop! (We've just walked into a fucking elephant...family!).

Haha.