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"Vicarious"
Eye on the TV
'cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavour
It happens to be like;
Killed by the husband
Drowned by the ocean
Shot by his own son
She used the poison in his tea
And kissed him goodbye
That's my kinda story
It's no fun 'til someone dies
Don't look at me like
I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other
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OOC Note
A very OOC note:
Ia just became Illuminus... Next stop... Archetict. They joys of forgetting names of ranks and realising that your further up there then you thought. >^_^< Now to start work on the bloodline. -
Pardom me while I bleach my eyes...
For the sixth time, Ia's eyes scanned across the email. Her jaw had already droped and a primative part of her brain was the only thing that kept her from drooling ( Read more... ) -
A Farwell
The sun was sarting to sink into the west Okher Mountians pulling back the warmth of the day. Ia had been pacing the rampant for most of the day. Already she had excersized her beast till it would rest and now she would wait. Several of the staff had come checking to see if she was alright and already she had sent 3 of them away screaming and in ( Read more... ) -
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I just found a song that explains everything.
"Blasphemus Rumors" by DePeshe Mode.
Mostly for the chorus.
"I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors but I think that God's got a sick sense of humor and when I die I expect to find him laughing."
-Ia -
A lesson
The young man started to come too slowly. A dingy lightbuld on a string tried its best to shed its yellow light through the room, but could only manage to get half of it. The temprature was low enough that he could see small puffs of steam rise from his lips with every breath. He tried to move yet a cold weight held him down. The groggyness of ( Read more... ) -
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The Pit is a dark room with a deep sense of foreboding. Once the boiler room of a business building, Goll had redone it to suit some deep urge within himself. The cement floor had been swept clean and coated with a thin slick of oil and the walls had all been lined with several layers of cardboard. Shoved in to the thick padding of the walls there ( Read more... ) -
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Recently as I have been working I have noticed myself listening to more and more music. No longer is the the banging of drums, clapping of hands, or an occasional guitar, but now there it such a wide range of sounds that can be created. I have found several that seem to resonate well with some cord in my soul. I have also found several that reflect ( Read more... ) -
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What is the point of all .... this?
-Ia
