ext_125882 ([identity profile] izkariote.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] 31_days2010-11-30 02:35 pm
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December 2010 Themes

Sorry for the delay, folks~ [livejournal.com profile] yukitsu roped me in to put a theme up for this coming month out of the blue, and she and I both kept forgetting to put them up. orz




DECEMBER 2010



December 01 [2010]: Install a beak that clucks time in Arabic. [1]

December 02 [2010]: Everything we talked about yesterday.

December 03 [2010]: Send it now; draft it later.

December 04 [2010]: Subtle, sweet and totally overrated.

December 05 [2010]: A legacy of solitude.

December 06 [2010]: Of force and friction.

December 07 [2010]: The cancer of your affection.

December 08 [2010]: Your sweet symmetry, all shattered.

December 09 [2010]: I want to know your plans.

December 10 [2010]: Why fuss over a pair of legs?

December 11 [2010]:What shall I say from a heart that loves you?

December 12 [2010]: Sic probo [2]

December 13 [2010]: The bloody smear of success.

December 14 [2010]: Dearest pain of my womb.

December 15 [2010]: Take it a day at a time.

December 16 [2010]: Shelves of memory.

December 17 [2010]: Almost there, but not quite.

December 18 [2010]: Making love at zero gravity.

December 19 [2010]: You are my weather vane.

December 20 [2010]: A step-by-step guide on how to crash and burn.

December 21 [2010]: Cluttered desk, black coffee, and your radio silence in my ears.

December 22 [2010]: Fit objects for our tears. [3]

December 23 [2010]: …But don’t let the sun catch you crying. [4]

December 24 [2010]: Nighttime story

December 25 [2010]: Lighted streets, distant stars, brilliant snow

December 26 [2010]: I don’t think I’m scared of anything except happiness. [5]

December 27 [2010]: That one’s never gonna be in your bedroom again, now that the war’s over

December 28 [2010]: Killing to your rhythm, banging to the beat of your drum.

December 29 [2010]: Cheated death to catch you as you fall.

December 30 [2010]: Allow me to remind you that there is no memory that time does not efface, no pain that death does not destroy. [6]

December 31 [2010]: Nautical dawn. [7]


Notes

[1] The title of a song by 65daysofstatic
[2] “Thus, I prove” – used in scholastic argument
[3] A line from Euripedes’ Medea
[4] Reference to a line from the song “Deadweight”, by Beck
[5] A line from “Happiness”, a song by World Without Sundays
[6] Don Quixote to Sancho Panza, Chapter 15
[7] Refers not to the actual sunrise, but the time at which the sun is 12 degrees below the horizon in the morning. Nautical dawn is defined as that time at which there is just enough sunlight for objects to be distiguishable.