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The Morning LightsNick’s left hand plinked slowly and quietly at the keys of the Steinway as his right assisted in unscrewing the lid of the vodka bottle with his teeth. About every third note of Largo Al Factotum faded softly into the dark room. His attention drifted to his playing hand and the melody filed out for a few measures as he sat at the bench holding the lid between his teeth. From the bedroom he heard the muffled ring of the alarm clock and was shocked to look up and see dawn brightening behind the curtains. He felt guilty, like a child caught awake past bedtime, and had the urge to dart from the pThe Morning Lights
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- Current Residence: Greenwich Village. Yes, I'm fucking serious.
- Interests: Writing, too much pills and liquor, show tunes, New York City, knitting, gaiety, your mom
- Favourite movie: Harold and Maude, Return of the King, Dogma, Labyrinth
- Favourite band or musician: Beatles, David Bowie, Bob Dylan, John Cameron Mitchell, Maddy Prior
- Favourite genre of music: Celtic, Folk, Classic Rock, Glam
- Favourite artist: Ursula Vernon
- Favourite poet or writer: David Sedaris, Tony Kushner, Tolkien
- MP3 player of choice: My darling discontinued 30GB ipod.
- Shell of choice: I'm partial to the good old-fashioned conch, myself
- Skin of choice: Pale Czech/Irish, though I could do with fewer zits...
- Favourite game: Sims 2
- Favourite cartoon character: Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Stewie, Harley Golman, Fox Maharassa
- Personal Quote: No pleasure, no rapture, no exquisite sin greater...than central air.
- Website: http://www.livejournal.com/users/omuse
- Email: yttrium39@gmail.com
- AIM: PieMakesMeHappy
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