Sep. 25th, 2008
GACKT Operator's Manual
Sep. 25th, 2008 09:13 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
author Karadin
fandom Gackt
rating PG
disclaimer - you can't really buy Gackt (sob)
the author takes no remuneration for this work of fiction
(thank you Theresa Green and Abiona for the inspiration)
Please locate model plate on your Gackt unit (lower right buttock) copy the information and keep in a safe place, this information will be needed to obtain assistance from the Customer Service Department. Model number, Serial number, 00790088/Dears/GacktForYou.com
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fandom Gackt
rating PG
disclaimer - you can't really buy Gackt (sob)
the author takes no remuneration for this work of fiction
(thank you Theresa Green and Abiona for the inspiration)
*** CONGRATULATIONS! ***
You are now the proud owner of a GACKT MODEL 2008!
READ SAFETY RULES AND INSTRUCTIONS CAREFULLY BEFORE OPERATION
You are now the proud owner of a GACKT MODEL 2008!
READ SAFETY RULES AND INSTRUCTIONS CAREFULLY BEFORE OPERATION
Please locate model plate on your Gackt unit (lower right buttock) copy the information and keep in a safe place, this information will be needed to obtain assistance from the Customer Service Department. Model number, Serial number, 00790088/Dears/GacktForYou.com
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Word and image
Sep. 25th, 2008 07:20 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)

The warm sun is falling, the bleak wind is wailing,
The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,
And the Year
On the earth is her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,
Is lying.
Come, Months, come away,
From November to May,
In your saddest array;
Follow the bier
Of the dead cold Year,
And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.
The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,
The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knelling
For the Year;
The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
To his dwelling.
Come, Months, come away;
Put on white, black and gray;
Let your light sisters play--
Ye, follow the bier
Of the dead cold Year,
And make her grave green with tear on tear.
(screencap from Verte Aile, edited by me, poem Autumn: A Dirge by Percy Bysshe Shelley)