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Friday, May 21, 2004
The one without a title
Your thin end for today:
Stygian.
What a word, huh?
I love that word, so evocative, so emotive, so dark...
Main Entry: sty·gian
Pronunciation: sti-j(E-)&n
Function: adjective
Usage: often capitalized
Etymology: Latin stygius, from Greek stygios, from Styg-, Styx Styx
1 : of or relating to the river Styx
2 : extremely dark, gloomy, or forbidding
The river Styx is one of 5 rivers that separates Hades (Hell, or the Underworld) from the world of the living. Styx is the River of Hate.
I hate the dark, it scares me shitless. I've always hated it ever since I was little. When I was a kid, we had a stable, up on the top terraced area - several flights of concrete steps and some distance away from the house. Occasionally, Mum would let us sleep up there in the haybarn end. Raewyn used to scare the bejaysus out of me knowing full well that I wouldn't brave the concrete steps and the moreporks by myself in the stygian night (there's ya word, folks) to scamper back to Mum. Not if she didn't let me take the torch. So, here we were sleeping in a haybarn with me terrified of the dark and worrying about the morepork in the tree, when all the time it was probably full of rats and mice and Goddess knows what else.
I never could get my priorities in the right order.
Morticia, Morticia
Dressed all in black
Long dark hair falling
Away down your back
Searching for something
Washed up in the wrack
A treasure worthy of the finding
~~ "Heaven holds a sense of wonder..." - Sarah McLachlan ~~
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Stygian.
What a word, huh?
I love that word, so evocative, so emotive, so dark...
Main Entry: sty·gian
Pronunciation: sti-j(E-)&n
Function: adjective
Usage: often capitalized
Etymology: Latin stygius, from Greek stygios, from Styg-, Styx Styx
1 : of or relating to the river Styx
2 : extremely dark, gloomy, or forbidding
The river Styx is one of 5 rivers that separates Hades (Hell, or the Underworld) from the world of the living. Styx is the River of Hate.
I hate the dark, it scares me shitless. I've always hated it ever since I was little. When I was a kid, we had a stable, up on the top terraced area - several flights of concrete steps and some distance away from the house. Occasionally, Mum would let us sleep up there in the haybarn end. Raewyn used to scare the bejaysus out of me knowing full well that I wouldn't brave the concrete steps and the moreporks by myself in the stygian night (there's ya word, folks) to scamper back to Mum. Not if she didn't let me take the torch. So, here we were sleeping in a haybarn with me terrified of the dark and worrying about the morepork in the tree, when all the time it was probably full of rats and mice and Goddess knows what else.
I never could get my priorities in the right order.
Morticia, Morticia
Dressed all in black
Long dark hair falling
Away down your back
Searching for something
Washed up in the wrack
A treasure worthy of the finding
~~ "Heaven holds a sense of wonder..." - Sarah McLachlan ~~
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