urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:arcadian_dream There were no good old days ... The lentils got a bit uncool, floor-wise 2008-10-03T01:29:08Z urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:arcadian_dream:30848 2008-10-03T01:29:08Z 2008-10-03T01:29:08Z Nicked from <span class='ljuser' lj:user='keieeeye' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://keieeeye.insanejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;' /></a><a href='http://keieeeye.insanejournal.com/'><b>keieeeye</b></a></span><br /><br />1. Grab the nearest book.<br />2. Open the book to page 56.<br />3. Find the fifth sentence.<br />4. Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.<br />5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.<br /><br /><i>It was a long chain, long enough for me to use the chamber pot or to stand at the window and wait for the late owls. I love to hear the owls. I love to see the sudden glide of wings spread out for prey, and then the dip and the noise like a lover in pain. <br /><br />He used the chain when we went riding together. I had a horse as strong as his, and he’d whip the horse from behind and send it charging through the trees, and he’d follow, half a head behind, pulling on the chain and asking me how I liked my ride.<br /><br />His game was to have me sit astride him when we made love and hold me tight in the small of my back. He said he had to have me above him, in case I picked his eyes out in the faltering candlelight. </i><br /><br />'Sexing the Cherry' - Jeannette Winterson.