A new one.
So, I have chosen to enter things into my LJ more.
So here we go.
Today was rather fucking boring, as always. I want out of this fucked up house. Now. Someone please take me away. HAHAHA Uhm, I have only been able to eat ONCE today, and I have only have ONE drink, too. Tap water is nasty as all hell v-v
Anways, so, my friend Mel was searching on MySpace.com for old highschool friends, and it reminded me, I have not searched for Brian in a long ass time. Thinking it would come up as nothig, AGAIN, but still with hope, I searched for him under his name since I knew he moved. Well, I have not seen or spoken to him in three years ! :( And I found him. And started to tear up when I did so. I just hope he recognizes me from the pictures I have on there. Most people do. I have one of those faces. HAHAHA I emailed him sometime after 12 AM, so I won't be getting a response anytime soon.
Uhm, let me see, I am rather boring, am I not ? HAHAHA
I am going to post three pictures now, stage one (original), stage two (minor edits), and stage three (finishing touches). And stay tuned after the pictures, HAHAHA
Original:
Eyes:
Skin and hair:
There you have it. The last one is on my myspace page now. MUAHAHAHA
On to other news, two cats are having sex somewhere outside of my house. I can hear them v-v Poor things go through so much pain while doing it. Well, the females that is. HAHAHA
Oh, the song Beltaine by Inkubus Sukkubus makes me cry. I don't have a link to the song, but I am going to post the lyrics now. Italic part = part that makes me cry.
Underneath the neolithic sky
Where the beasts are so proud to die
Across the sea of a million dreams
Where nothing is as it once seemed
I hear the Pan Pipes playing
In what the wind is saying
Here comes the fallen angel
Here comes the long-dead god
Back from the years in exile
Here comes the wild Pagan heart
And the May Queen sings her song
For her consort who is gone
Children mourn the loss of Pan
Whom Death banished from this land
I hear the Pan Pipes playing
In what the wind is saying
Here comes the fallen angel
Here comes the long-dead god
Back from the years in exile
Here comes the wild Pagan heart
It has been two thousand years
The earth is soaked with blood and tears
The once-great Lord of the Hunt lies slain
His bride’s a-burning in the flame
Mother Earth lies raped and poisoned
The final day draws ever closer
To a time of ice and fire
She shall be a funeral pyre
I hear the Pan Pipes playing
In what the wind is saying
Here comes the fallen angel
Here comes the long-dead god
Back from the years in exile
Here comes the wild Pagan heart