Carina

A house by the sea,

Carina — Sun, 05 Sep 2010 12:25:04 +0000

finally there is internet at home. Perhaps, I can be expected to write more here. Perhaps but not for sure and expected by whom? The sea monsters?

A story about a girl who fell into a sand pit.

Carina — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 17:51:39 +0000

One day, while adventuring in an unknown part, this girl had chanced upon a sand pit unawares. This was not a populated place. No warnings were hammered up nearby.

And now she was in the sand pit. Luckily, she was only in it to her waist. She could still admire the scenery of which there was some. Some trees, some sky, and then ofcourse the sand which was not the colour you would usually expect from sand. A deep red rather than yellow. The colour in itself was a kind of warning. Like how poisonous things in the rainforest are a bright color. But she had never been to the rainforests of Brazil before. And it was not likely that she ever would. Not that I know how the story ends.

Anyways. She was in the sand pit. Having grown tired of the scenery, she started talking out loud. At first it was a mad raving. She thrashed her arms about and bubbled at the mouth like this till only her head and shoulders were above the sand level.

Now, normally you would expect that in the face of such dire circumstances, one would quit their ravings for a quieter tactic.

I for one do not want to know how her story turns out.

On reading too much crime fiction

Carina — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 16:45:10 +0000

You all are suspects in blood deeds that should never have been done. Some of you want your deed found out but not yourselves. But you must be found out and the finding is dangerous. You bad people are dangerous and the coffee is soo bad but on it goes anyways.

Bring it!

Carina — Thu, 24 Dec 2009 15:16:29 +0000

Julian told me that “Everything will be fine. All will be fine. And all manner of thing will be fine.” She said something like that. In all honesty it was a little difficult to pay attention to her when she was speaking. It was the way of her speaking. And then of course there was that accent.

aphorisms

Carina — Sun, 13 Dec 2009 16:36:35 +0000

It is never so bad.

Never all that bad.

Thats the bad news.

Carina — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 21:36:22 +0000

What is worthwhile?

While it is worth what?

Carina — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 23:59:22 +0000

He marched into the growl with the damned hound on his heel. A long time coming was his anger and all the better brewed his fury, which he released sans stipulation upon the rotten bastards who took his own things away from him.

Thusly he attempted to kick them back into the black damed up holes of their coming. Thusly he went in after them, stalwart, sun tanned and filthy like a fallen god.

Carina — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 20:09:49 +0000

Tell me something and I will give it back to you in a new alphabet.

Carina — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 19:02:42 +0000

this day is dead to me

Carina — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 17:05:13 +0000

Laid out on the examination table, a body.

The examination table is also the lecture room.

Dark and heavy, leaning over, their attention is elsewhere

besides the body, an open book.