She wrote this in her book Penelopiad. It was so familiarly beautiful, I just had to share it to you guys.
The gods were never averse to making a mess. In fact they enjoyed it. To watch some mortal with his or her eyes frying in their sockets through an overdose of god-sex made them shake with laughter. There was something childish about the gods, in a nasty way. I can say this now because I no longer have a body, I'm beyond that kind of suffering, and the gods aren't listening anyway. As far as I can tell they've gone to sleep. In your world, you don't get visitations from the gods the way people used to unless you're on drugs.
- Penelope (Wife of Odysseus)
What's strangely familiar here is the inner voice. Oh boy, now I seriously love Margaret Atwood. Please do grab a copy of any of her books. She's like a demigod. Sort of. In writing at least.
Hope all of you are spending a good weekend. Mine is currently deafening with rain. One angry rain. Plus my computer had this septic shock yesterday. Good thing is it's revived now and well I was able to restore some things that I missed to back up. Like my bookmarks. I thought I'd lose them forever. So, I'll shut up now. I have a trip to catch. *winks*
Love and peace.
Between you and I.
There are too many words. Exchanged, unsaid. And kept.
Too many feelings unnamed, unknown. And known.
Too many moments. Unnoticed. Enshrined.
And some anticipated with unsung angst.
This may flare in darb colors of shock,
But I love you in the outskirts of a cheerless furrow,
Of skewered stories and every other shaped facets there is.
I love you in a scourging hush
And in a pediment of brazenfaced confessions.
I love you. So much that,
You scare me like a bane of incurables.
Not just there. Not just here. Not just anywhere.
Or by anything. Not just.
But you don't know.
Oh, you haven't a single clue.
That just about kills me,
That you haven't a single clue.
Current State: Faints 
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uyab tika neb. sigurado, daghan magselos sa ako.
si haidee. si mao. si justine (?). si jen kaha? ah. dili na si jen. lahi man ang tirada ni jen.
neb. sayang noh?
ikaw akong gitawag nga sayang.
kay kintahay man lang 'ning tanan.
ps. tungod nimo neb, naka bisaya ko ug ahat. (gimingaw ko magbinisaya). pero gusto gihapon taka. tinuod na. dili na kintahay.
luff yous nebbies! Hahahahaha. 
*bows*
Current State: Stuck with Psittacosis