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On Queer Parcels
Dec. 22nd, 2010 02:45 amDecember 21 1889
When December was still new I met Mr. Sacks in the street. I made a note of it previously, but as Christmas draws closer he has become more...active. I do not wish to know why he reeks of beef fat so, and with hope I will not find out. Unless it is because he is behaving like a winter bird? Not the migrating to Africa part, but the being fed suet bit. Does Mr. Sacks eat at feeders in the back of someone's garden? Then again trees are lacking, and I have not seen any small songbirds here.
I sent Parcels from the large bag Mr. Sacks carries to Asher, Jerry Cornelius, Narciso, Mr. Yanamari, Nathan Attford, and Lorrenna. I was not expecting to receive any in return, though my curiosity as to their contents was great. And so it was to my great surprise when I recieved not one, but four Parcels from others.
From Asher-who again I really wish you could have met-was a small piece of a porcelain mask. It had a very detailed painting of a dove on it. I have had an idea that if I can get it mounted onto a sturdier mask I might perhaps wear it to the next society event. I think masks are becoming in fashion, it would help to hide my identity some, and I am afraid I do not have much use for such a delicate shard besides.
From Narciso-who I find myself seeking company with-I received a strange little ball. It seems to be worn like it has been handled many times, and is covered in flecks of some sort. I really do not know -what- to do with the thing! So he asked that I consult this large book of ''Neath Customs' he has been flitting around with. It said it is customary to give small balls away to strangers. I am going to go against customs yet again it seems; for useless or not, it is a gift from a friend and is doing me no burden by holding onto. "Curious Customs from Under the Earth" had that I should grind the Dove Mask Shard into my tea of all things! Which goes to show how good this book's advice is. I shall pass on impaling my throat with bits of glass!
Mr. Attford-or was it 'Attwood'?-sent a small piece of white gold. It is very similar to the piece that was in what I sent Narciso actually. It is probably my favourite of the odd things from the Queer Parcels. It looks like it was part of a toy's wheel at one time and it glitters well in candlelight. The ridiculous book says that I should toss it into a fire-!-and inhale the fumes! I need to find out who wrote this d---able thing.
And lastly the mysterious Mr. Yanamari-who I have never actually met in person-sent me a large ring of stone. To me, it seems to be almost like a napkin ring...And I really know not what to do with it. I thumbed-though that book while Narciso was away from the room and it says that is is custom to throw stone rings into theszea(Zee?). I actually see some sense in this suggestion, as you know that my father was buried at sea. It is suposed to 'undo one of the world's mistakes and be blessed with the clarity of purpose'. If I ever come across' another ring of stone then I shall try this 'custom'.
And this diversion has helped ease some of the melancholy I have been feeling as of late. I am not hopefully for how I will fare with the upcoming holidays however. Even last year I had Uncle & Mila with me, and even Robin came to stay. This year I do not even have that, and as the days go by I remember so many things--
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When December was still new I met Mr. Sacks in the street. I made a note of it previously, but as Christmas draws closer he has become more...active. I do not wish to know why he reeks of beef fat so, and with hope I will not find out. Unless it is because he is behaving like a winter bird? Not the migrating to Africa part, but the being fed suet bit. Does Mr. Sacks eat at feeders in the back of someone's garden? Then again trees are lacking, and I have not seen any small songbirds here.
I sent Parcels from the large bag Mr. Sacks carries to Asher, Jerry Cornelius, Narciso, Mr. Yanamari, Nathan Attford, and Lorrenna. I was not expecting to receive any in return, though my curiosity as to their contents was great. And so it was to my great surprise when I recieved not one, but four Parcels from others.
From Asher-who again I really wish you could have met-was a small piece of a porcelain mask. It had a very detailed painting of a dove on it. I have had an idea that if I can get it mounted onto a sturdier mask I might perhaps wear it to the next society event. I think masks are becoming in fashion, it would help to hide my identity some, and I am afraid I do not have much use for such a delicate shard besides.
From Narciso-who I find myself seeking company with-I received a strange little ball. It seems to be worn like it has been handled many times, and is covered in flecks of some sort. I really do not know -what- to do with the thing! So he asked that I consult this large book of ''Neath Customs' he has been flitting around with. It said it is customary to give small balls away to strangers. I am going to go against customs yet again it seems; for useless or not, it is a gift from a friend and is doing me no burden by holding onto. "Curious Customs from Under the Earth" had that I should grind the Dove Mask Shard into my tea of all things! Which goes to show how good this book's advice is. I shall pass on impaling my throat with bits of glass!
Mr. Attford-or was it 'Attwood'?-sent a small piece of white gold. It is very similar to the piece that was in what I sent Narciso actually. It is probably my favourite of the odd things from the Queer Parcels. It looks like it was part of a toy's wheel at one time and it glitters well in candlelight. The ridiculous book says that I should toss it into a fire-!-and inhale the fumes! I need to find out who wrote this d---able thing.
And lastly the mysterious Mr. Yanamari-who I have never actually met in person-sent me a large ring of stone. To me, it seems to be almost like a napkin ring...And I really know not what to do with it. I thumbed-though that book while Narciso was away from the room and it says that is is custom to throw stone rings into the
And this diversion has helped ease some of the melancholy I have been feeling as of late. I am not hopefully for how I will fare with the upcoming holidays however. Even last year I had Uncle & Mila with me, and even Robin came to stay. This year I do not even have that, and as the days go by I remember so many things--
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