twins

such a queer relationship. all i can say is that i trust nobody more than i trust my twin brother. i love nobody more, i need nobody more, i would miss nobody more. at his command i would hold on tight and swing accross any deep and dangerous crevasse. i would rely on his mettle; i would swear on his honor. i would do anything for him. anything. and that means anything. god bless you, jean-lucien.

amen.

for luck

wow... the look on luke's face, it just seems to say, '...oh my god, did she just...' boys, i know any of you with an honorable and chivalrous heart felt a rush when the delivered princess planted that kiss. perhaps some dark and innocent part of him knew it was somewhat incestuous... perhaps not. still, this moment, this kiss, and what it meant to our generation can probably not be overstated. if this small moment of acute arousal inspired any boy to bloom into a gentleman, then perhaps Chivalry is not Dead, and we princesses need not feel foolish in our belief that no matter how jaded and cold and practical and tactical the world gets, there will always be a boy out there willing to shoot our jailer and swing us from a star.

back cover

quite a while ago, i composed a work on the back of one my marbled notebooks. anyone who's ever bought one of these books knows the scale i was working with. i just started gluing and thinking and praying and this was the end result. click to enlarge, comrades. dig it.