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The green tiger eyesOf the universe at nightDream of predatorsAnd consume the starsThat we once...

The green tiger eyes

Of the universe at night

Dream of predators

And consume the stars

That we once dared to dream of,

So that in their wake

Are the dead black holes

Which will consume forever,

Until all is cold

And shivers itself

Into the dying sunlight.

In the death of the winter nights

I feel the chill of the dying Universe

In the chasms of my dreams.

Alex's Marathon: You know one of those jokes that gets out of hand?

Alex's Marathon: You know one of those jokes that gets out of hand?:

marathonalex:

Well, this is one of them!

While procrastinating from my MA thesis, I though that it would be ‘funny’ to register for a place in next year’s London marathon. It never came across my mind that I might be selected, and to be honest - I’d forgotten about it…

But here I am, 30 weeks out and now…

A very good (if misguided) friend of mine has decided to run the London marathon next year. Such an endeavour seems like madn...

I would be highly interested in reading the start of your story.

Hi! It wasn’t the start of my story - it was the story ofhttp://firstsignofspring.tumblr.comso you may want to contact/follow them and see if they want to share :)

the-star-stuff:The Most Stunning Astronomy Photos of the...

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The Most Stunning Astronomy Photos of the Year

The winning photographs from this year’s Astronomy Photographer of the Year Competition were just announced, and they are incredible.

Images viaThe Royal Museums Greenwich

I'm starting a new story. Think you'd be interested in reading the first chapter or two?

Hi! I wouldn’t be able to sadly - I have so much on at the moment it would be impossible: film scripts, play scripts, films, plays, music, novels and university related stuff its chaos. Sorry! Good luck with it though :)

kiuchitatsuro:The NY Times Sunday Review | The Opinion Pages...

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The NY Times Sunday Review | The Opinion Pages
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The Stalking Fear

I was raised in the suburbs of the city, a place of peace, a cul-de sac, no less, where there was never the roar of traffic, or the danger of the pressing crowds. We were close to the coast, and a sea breeze would often haul itself through the streets, and occasionally, if ever I were to clamber onto the roof of my house, I would see the masts of the ships as they passed, rising and falling with the hidden exhalations of the ocean. My dreams were often given life by the chiming of wind charms...

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"Her voice was, he thought, akin to the desert winds, and he wondered, too, if those desert moons and..."

“Her voice was, he thought, akin to the desert winds, and he wondered, too, if those desert moons and desert suns which had arced relentlessly above him, underwent a similar motion in the universes of her eyes – only a more peaceful, lullaby motion.”

- The Sandman and the Show inThe Miller and the Boy: Short Story and Poetry Anthology.