Sweating, breathing, staring, thinking, sinking deeper.
"It's the world," you whisper.
Drag me under.
Hope you kept your receipt. Your energy slaves are about to stop working forever. Dying.
Dead. Seven slaves. Six. Three.
None.
"It's the way of things," you whisper.
Drag me under.
Take me home. Take me home.
"This ship is unsinkable," you whisper.
Waves lap over my toes, shins, thighs, waist, elbows. Mouth.
Bubbling (it means "maybe you can take it back")
Take me home.
Stars swaddled in mist. Impermanent firmament. Impassive. Detached.Wavering.
Waves. Embrace me.
Water.
Dark.
"This is home," you whisper.
if this is home, w
Sweating, breathing, staring, thinking, sinking deeper.
"It's the world," you whisper.
Drag me under.
Hope you kept your receipt. Your energy slaves are about to stop working forever. Dying.
Dead. Seven slaves. Six. Three.
None.
"It's the way of things," you whisper.
Drag me under.
Take me home. Take me home.
"This ship is unsinkable," you whisper.
Waves lap over my toes, shins, thighs, waist, elbows. Mouth.
Bubbling (it means "maybe you can take it back")
Take me home.
Stars swaddled in mist. Impermanent firmament. Impassive. Detached.Wavering.
Waves. Embrace me.
Water.
Dark.
"This is home," you whisper.
if this is home, w
Current Residence: Redwood City, CA (smoggy silicon valley) Favourite genre of music: Jeez, what don't I listen to? Favourite style of art: Stuff that's not ugly Operating System: Windows 2000/Slackware Linux/Mac OS9 MP3 player of choice: Winamp/Grayamp/iTunes Shell of choice: Windowblinds/KDE/Kaleidoscope Wallpaper of choice: Changes like the bloody weather Favourite cartoon character: Pazu, from Laputa
Song of the Day: This would be the "All Main Courses" Massive Attack remix of "3 Libras" by A Perfect Circle. They've taken a very sweet-sounding song & turned it into rather evil auditory experience. I love it!! Awesome. Or as Monty Burns might say, "Exxxcellent."
:: chinchillaz has been described as a "sweet man with a horrible, horrible temper." He turns into a Balrog when he's mad. Needless to say, he shouldn't live in a flammable house. ::
Woohoo! :| A whole 45 souls have had nothing better to do than look at my mostly bleak devart page. Poor things! Well, I generate enough prose that I should be able to dig something up to post...
In other news: Sometimes I wonder how it's possible to feel 'super' when there's so much seriously weighty crap transpiring in the world. (For a sample of some intensely dark stuff, check out www.copvcia.com )
Then again, I spent a good two decades of my life looking (& feeling) pensive if not out & out depressed. Lemme say this: 20 years of nearly ANYTHING gets boring as hell.
Right now, I'm experimenting with feeling happy & righteously pissed o
Men are frequently such strange, petty, ugly, smelly, foolish, boorish creatures it makes me think that women who love them must be, in general, incomprehensibly compassionate, or unbelievably tolerant, or both.