Bah, fuck ( Read more... )

Warming up ( Read more... )

The working man would be up in two hours. He'd be at work in four. He's got no time for livin'; yes, he's working all the time ( Read more... )

My journal seems to have popped out of existence. I can login but I can't actually load the journal page, or my friends page. Hopefully this might bring it back to our mortal plane.

"Playing Bioshock 2 has really desensitized me to violins."

~ Sara, talking about Bioshock 2's soundtrack

"Forgive me if I refer to myself and my thought process in the plural, we simply prefer to think of ourselves that way."

Random facts ( Read more... )

My long hair seems to be a point of contention amongst people I do not know.

Yesterday a man complimented my hair and waved me the horns. This afternoon a kid flashed me a peace sign.

Still, I'm left most conflicted when I get praise from hobos.

Smiles

A spear of darkness reached out across the ceiling. Something moved across the lights. It was an enormous man, a mountain of muscle with a human face: Michael. It was his shadow cast above.

"There is no use in any of this", he said, a deep voice that reverberated in his throat with hints of splintered glass.

"Says you," I replied. I didn't ( Read more... )

The Black CraterThe girl walked along a faint dirt path through the wasteland. Her red cloak shone like an incandescent ruby amidst the discolored, barren landscape around her. She was young, just barely past childhood. Hers was that brave age at the brink of young adulthood, where one understands the world around them but is not yet accustomed to ( Read more... )