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A challenge!
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thesme_01. To see how many times to could get THE BLACK CHAMBERS OF MY HEART into a post.
Obviously the best way to do this is to tell you all about the black chambers of my heart and Thesme's place within them. For she holds a very special place with in the deep black chambers of my heart.
When I met Thesme many many years ago, the black chambers of my heart were closed up tightly, inhabited only the Badgers of Leave Me Alone and I'm Fine. And even in places blocked off by the Mudslides of Life.

Damp, cold water seeped through, but otherwise the black chambers of my heart remained sealed tight and buried, forgotten by all.
And then one day, one glorious day, Thesme came along and ploughed up the lintel, exposing the black chambers of my heart to daylight and fresh air and insanity and overstretched anaologies and many other wonderous things.
The bright light of thesmeness flooded into the black chambers. The Badgers of Leave Me Alone and I'm Fine snarled and growled and threated to bite, but she was not afraid! Bravely, she explored the deepest crevices of the black chambers of my heart (except where the mudslides blocked parts off), rooting around in the debris built up over centuries in the hope of finding a rare cast-off gem. Though mostly it's just crappy bits of broken pottery.

Of course Thesme is not a blonde lady. Perhaps she is behind the blonde lady, illuminating the black chambers of my heart with the glow of herinsanity Twu Fwienditude.
Perhaps the blonde lady represents YOU. All of you wonderful people who can now enter the black chambers of my heart, through the hole Thesme had torn in my seemingly well-secured, deeply buried and expertly corbelled roof. Even the Badgers of LMA & IF retreat before her wonderous gleaming (tho they do still snarl and threaten to bite).
Sometimes, whene bored of hoking in the gloomy corners of the black chambers of my heart, and emboldened by wine, she even pokes at the Badgers to provoke them.
Now at dawn the bats of Joy and Glee and Songs of Death and Zombies and Various Sea-creatures and Writing a Lot of Nonsense can fly into the black chambers of my heart, to roost there in safety until night falls and they can fly out, fly and be FREE and eat flies and I'm really not quite sure where I'm going with this one. There are probably weevils in there too somewhere.
So, since meeting the Wonder THat Is Thesme, the Black Chambers of My Heart Now Look Like

You REALLY don't want to know what she's done to my brain.
Did I win? Is there a prize?
Obviously the best way to do this is to tell you all about the black chambers of my heart and Thesme's place within them. For she holds a very special place with in the deep black chambers of my heart.
When I met Thesme many many years ago, the black chambers of my heart were closed up tightly, inhabited only the Badgers of Leave Me Alone and I'm Fine. And even in places blocked off by the Mudslides of Life.
Damp, cold water seeped through, but otherwise the black chambers of my heart remained sealed tight and buried, forgotten by all.
And then one day, one glorious day, Thesme came along and ploughed up the lintel, exposing the black chambers of my heart to daylight and fresh air and insanity and overstretched anaologies and many other wonderous things.
The bright light of thesmeness flooded into the black chambers. The Badgers of Leave Me Alone and I'm Fine snarled and growled and threated to bite, but she was not afraid! Bravely, she explored the deepest crevices of the black chambers of my heart (except where the mudslides blocked parts off), rooting around in the debris built up over centuries in the hope of finding a rare cast-off gem. Though mostly it's just crappy bits of broken pottery.
Of course Thesme is not a blonde lady. Perhaps she is behind the blonde lady, illuminating the black chambers of my heart with the glow of her
Perhaps the blonde lady represents YOU. All of you wonderful people who can now enter the black chambers of my heart, through the hole Thesme had torn in my seemingly well-secured, deeply buried and expertly corbelled roof. Even the Badgers of LMA & IF retreat before her wonderous gleaming (tho they do still snarl and threaten to bite).
Sometimes, whene bored of hoking in the gloomy corners of the black chambers of my heart, and emboldened by wine, she even pokes at the Badgers to provoke them.
Now at dawn the bats of Joy and Glee and Songs of Death and Zombies and Various Sea-creatures and Writing a Lot of Nonsense can fly into the black chambers of my heart, to roost there in safety until night falls and they can fly out, fly and be FREE and eat flies and I'm really not quite sure where I'm going with this one. There are probably weevils in there too somewhere.
So, since meeting the Wonder THat Is Thesme, the Black Chambers of My Heart Now Look Like
You REALLY don't want to know what she's done to my brain.
Did I win? Is there a prize?
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*sobs*
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My Work Here Is Done.
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(i was v. tempted to scan some much older photos from Student days, but it was already v. late and she might have killed me...)
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What's the worst she can do?!
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Can't do it now anyway as they are all at home. Maybe later tho...
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I fear from the bottom of the dark chambers of my heart I am missing out on something wonderful.
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*takes frantic notes*
*is a bit scundered*
thank oo
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(which I looked at again this morning and thought Oh Dear, That Looks A bit Mad)
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I think I shall name it An Ode To Thesme (or insanity).
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Although... what on earth's going on in the bottom left photo?
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there are times when i fear you may in fact be some manner of genius.
also i am assuming, as i have not yet reached the comments, that someone else will already have said something about thesme exploring your crevices. so i shall refrain!
plus the marquee text you have there? is my new favourite thing EVER.
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Oddly, NO-ONE has mentioned the crevices. Til now!
The BROKEN SHERDS was particularly inspired, even if I do say so myself ;p