Ahh. D: /hug I'm just. slkasddjg. so much. I have no way of contacting my girlfriend and haven't spoken with her in a month and that scares me a...
Thank you very much. <3 Just a short update today. ch. ☢ You woke to nothing but cold dust and a dull ache in your head. There were thick sheets across your body, compressing your chest. Velvet - they were velvet, strangling you with their aged fluff falling from fabric and choking your throat. The canopy above war embroidered in gold, pink, purple threads, but the design swam before your eyes. You needed your glasses. You reached up to your face and couldn't feel them, so you laboriously pushed the heavy, musty covers from your body and swung your legs over the side of the bed. The floor was hard and cold like ice beneath your feet. A warm liquid seeped out and touched your heel tentatively, playfully. At the surprise you stumbled backwards, landing on your ass. You'd fell on something, you could feel it beneath you. Warm, about the size of your fist. It gave a sharp, but weak squawk as you eased off of it. You reached below, grabbing it. Wet, meaty. Feathers. You brought it closer to your face to see it. A bird. It was a bird - it's wings and legs ripped fresh from it's body, leaving gaping holes through which you could see its organs and veins, giving a chuckling squeak as you squeeze it. Blood is thicker than water and water thicker than oil, and avian fluids ran down your arm, staining the sleeve of your shirt. You were shaking, biting your lip. You threw the animal across the room, tiny intestines and stomach and liver falling from it as it flew. A cold sweat enveloped you. This wasn't right, couldn't possibly be right. In a daze you reached out, grabbing where you could and trying to find your glasses, your bag, something, anything you could use. Finally you caught hold of your glasses and, after rubbing the lenses with your hem, put them on. You were first relieved by the clarity of your vision, then astounded and afraid and confused. Three deep gashes ripped through the headboard, exposing the grain of the wood. Purple smoke and bubbling liquids were oozing through cracks in the printed wallpaper. The smell of animal piss and sawdust became evident, irritating your nose. There was blood and pus smeared over your t-shirt. The bird, you must have killed the bird, you must have been the one who ripped its appendages and tore its feeble life. Like an astrocyte of cancerous and intangible madness you were the one who initiated this terror. You stood, not touching anything more, found your bag, and ran.
Aww. What's stressing you? :c I'm pretty good! Stressed as well, haha.
a short story in praise of the season of people giving away their pumpkin lattes they thought would be good but they ended up disliking. will update every week night until oct. 24th. ch. ☠ It came in the night, whispering and pleading and shaking your shoulders. Its voice was sharp, detached as if it wasn't really speaking but some horrific god was placing voices in your head. Dark fingers stroked your back, tickling and tingling the senses and it smelled like animal fur and musk. Like tar it pressed down on your chest threatening to keep you there, to confine you. There was no choice or semblance of one. You had to go - if only to stop the screaming ache of the Call. The lurking feeling of immortal and everlasting unhingedness threatening the man who resisted the Call dispelled itself only late the next evening as you stepped from your doorway. A small pack of supplies and a near-dead flashlight were the only things resting upon you besides the Call and the clothes loosely tethered about your body. Water bottle, matches, pocketknife, rope. Your parents wouldn't miss the items, no matter their true indespensibility. The sun was setting, a brilliant display of colour exploding across the sky then imploding into a single, piercing sun dipping below the horizon. A chill wind washed through you, rattling your thin bones through your jacket and jeans. ch. ⌚ The front of the house was hidden behind layers of forest and gnarled ravines slashing through the landscape. It had gotten darker, and you couldn't help chewing at your lips and grinding your chattering teeth. The closer you got the more compelled and sure you felt about entering. Wood steps and a worn exterior gave a blackening sense of words muddled and confusing but clear enough to tell you to leave and never come back but you couldn't resist the Call. Even bugs flooded through the cracks and crevices and broken windows, heeding the Call that clicked and clacked and scattered and scarred their tiny brains, not knowing that their fate was that of the post-executioned. An iron door knock smiled and laughed and cackled from its perch as you swung it, and the thick wood below groaned at the force. You shook at the desperate noise. No one answered, so you tapped the doorknob and the door ran open, pulling you in as your hand grasped the brass knob. You stared into the foggy glow of khaki walls and left-burning candles dripping wax from the ceiling only to find that the door had left your hold and was closed and the melting wax was melting ceiling lights sparking and smoldering on what they touched. A dizziness encased you, hugging and shaking you. The floor was sinking beneath your feet. You staggered through the quicksand back towards the entryway but - there was not a handle on this side. There was no way to get out but you scraped and scratched at the wood anyway, desperate for some escape like an agnosiatic claustrophobe caught in a cage and snarling and chewing steel bars. Floorboards splintered and stuck into your skin as you sink to your neck, bloody and trapped and banging what's left of your fists against the door. You close your eyes in fear, not ready to accept your fate but having hardly a choice and truly expecting your breath gone in a moment's time. But then a wondrous thing happened - it stopped. Your eyes flicker open and you see that you're not sinking but laying on the floor and your nails are busted and bleeding but the rest of your body remains unharmed and the hall - the hellish hallway - was as any other hallway, dim lights above and boring walls lining a narrow strip of floor, perfect straightness marred only by small tables here and there jutting out in wooden ataxia and displaying vases of flowers. Somebody had to be living there - the flowers were fresh and the lights were lit so brightly they had to have been just reset to new bulbs. However, though relieved, the mortification was too much for the thin raphe of your mind and like your breath had been stolen, you fainted strewn upon the ground. +END PART ONE+
/fidget /fidget /fidget Wild Gropius has been captured! Would you like to give Gropius a nickname?
Hihihi sweetie. :3 How're you, m'dear?
The man is justified up until they are no longer a danger to him. :/ Both parties deserve punishment, though.
I'm not very imaginative so I'm straight-up answering some of the questions. To clarify, I believe in a mix of two beliefs: LaVeyan Satanism and Roman Catholicism. One wouldn't imagine they'd work together, but it's a matter of pulling my values from each religion. For example, I don't believe in God - but I don't worship myself as a god, either. I go to a Catholic church, but I also believe in the idiocy of sheep behavior. And I don't make sacrifices if you were going to ask that. lol. When you think of someone who represents your religion to the rest of the community, public, world, etc., do you think of a specific person or name, a group of people, or unnamed groups (unaffiliated extremists, for example)? If so, then who? The most well-known public figures would be the Pope (Bendict 13?) and Anton LaVey. Do you think whoever you thought of for the above question is a good representative, or do you blame them for any negative perceptions other people have on your religion? Well... As figureheads, each is going to carry representations and uphold values that may or may not be favourable. I think that overall each has done a great job of being a model for the religions, but at the same time they can set too exact of an expectation for followers. Also, do you think your religion needs a representative? Is the lack of a representative working for you specifically or do you consider it a problem? I think a lack of representation would be better simply for the sake of not being stereotyped into either one or the other of my beliefs. Most consider that it can only go one way or the other. I think personal interpretation and value is more important than a centralized teaching of one exact model of your religion. Now think about another religion, preferably one you disagree with or even dislike. Why do you disagree with or dislike that religion? Let's talk about Baptism in the South. My main issue with Baptism is that it is so strict in controlling the church and its members. It's to the point where you go out to party with some friends and you have prayer before and afterwards. It controls lives and even those who don't agree with things are immediately shut down.
censor me Spoiler i=fantasy Spoiler human after all Spoiler It's been a while since I've made sigs. I've started to dabble more into them though. Tried using more curves and a little bit of smudging on the last one. I really don't understand smudging. D: CnC rewarded with cold, computer-screen'd love. ❤
Gropius used HARMONIA!
Misty - that's gorgeous. seriously. the colours especially are nice and I have no clue what you did basically but i like it. Equa - simple, yet refreshing and telling. Plums - love the blue!
This is a slam/spoken word poem (hence the lack of standardized grammar etc.). I'll upload a sound file if I can tomorrow, but I'd like to put this up for concrit and comments. I'm performing it on the twenty-second so any help and improvement is appreciated. hey dad you know the feeling when you close your eyes at night when the monsters start rising taller their voices growing smaller through tunnels of black and white technicolor dream worlds puking constellations from smoky lungs a neon interpretation of everything amplified like grey lies somewhere between the truth and i don't want to hurt you you say you have tapes of your fights with my mother and you promised with her whoever cheated would lose so- what do you tell a judge about promises? they break flying dust in razor blade winds slitting skin and cutting eyelids from faces so that you can see so why can't you ****ing see? just open your eyes and look at what's in front of you i can show you the world: lipsplitting earshattering splendid through verses of sea floor melody and poetry flowing through my veins like the blood spilled at my birth standing before you i am a dollar sign another bill to pay more child support money and no they're not my type; i'd take you but you're too young a sickening pandora's box opened unleashed running afraid through gardens of forgotten infidelities and screaming excuses not to listen when i speak a thousand dollars is too much to pay to learn but another night at the bar and sunday football is a fortune of time you say you don't have time to spend i read you the stars from my eyes and the curl from my hair in prose of golden wine happiness and you say you'll see me next time around which could be weeks or months depending you don't go to graduation so you send flowers lillies white not tiger red that grew in our windowsills but white eggshells sheets good morning sunshine like you expect me to forgive you for not coming for not caring for not hearing when i spit beauty from my lips
Oh gosh we talked about that today. I wrote an article for it for the city's GSA mag. 8( What the literal **** I mean dskh;kgwq why. And how did no one suspect the principal earlier? I live in Kentucky and generally it's not much better but I live in both of the two largest towns and it seems the bigger the place, the less the hate. Odd, how that works, huh? I hope some legislature is written in TN to stop this behavior. You guys have had a LOT of bad experiences lately as far as gay issues go... Thanks so much, though. c: The next generation is going to be only gays.
Yep. It's National Coming-Out day. We had GSA today and so several of us made plans and promises to tell someone close to us. Mum already knew but I'd been scared to tell my dad. It went better than expected for sure. You'd be surprised how many people aspire to be gay.
dats homofobic buling >:((((( But thanks guys. That cake looks delish, too. ;o
oh dear gOd sjeag;qwkjer;kjqwe
sdakghkasfg-- omg there are so many more I can't find my red pen so I will post the rest of you guys tomorrow afternoon when I get home? Also let me know if I accidentally skipped you. Dx
because **** yeah i finally came out to both of my parents and step parents this is the best guys a happy life of open sexually ambidextrous intentions towards the human race ; - ; <3
B'aww honey don't worry. I'm alive and breathing, right? :3 I miss you a ton though. I need to get on msn way more ;_;
everyone is so ~*super kawaii desu*~ @_@ Spoiler in a lazy lolita coord about to go for a walk
