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attack_womb!Aug. 23rd, 2005
This week isn't passing quickly enough. I awoke this morning thinking it was Thursday. Suckage. To top it off, I hear through the grapevine that El Bastardo Supremo, Pat Robertson, has opened the shithole he calls a mouth and suggested American operatives assassinate Hugo Chavez. Someone needs to crush him with a large block of cement.
Of all the Fundie assholes out there, it's Pat Robertson I despise the most. He always has this smug little half smile on his face while he preaches his hatred and stupidity. Would that I could slap that sneer off his ugly face. I cannot sufficiently transform into words how much I hate this man. He's a con man, a liar, and the epitome of religious evil.
In other news, the Feudal Mistress isn't here yet. She's officially 15 minutes late. I should suggest to personnel that she get docked in pay not only for being late, but for also being a bitch. During my first hour here in The Pit, I packed up the remainder of my stuff. All that's left are my coconut guardians and my mistletoe. They won't leave until I leave on Friday. I may bring in a smudge stick to cleanse the cube so I won't have any residual psychic connection to the place. All I'm going to leave behind is the sticker that says "Jesus was a pacifist." Maybe someone will take it to heart.
Today is supposed to be rainy and cooler than it has been lately. Then it's supposed to dry out considerably. Either tomorrow or Thursday will be my best bet to whip the lawn into submission. The property looks abandoned, the grass is so high, which is uncool 'cos I live there!
That's all I got for now. That and some more pics of B. I'm gonna have to upload all these to his site this weekend. That would be faboo.
( royal barry-ness )
Of all the Fundie assholes out there, it's Pat Robertson I despise the most. He always has this smug little half smile on his face while he preaches his hatred and stupidity. Would that I could slap that sneer off his ugly face. I cannot sufficiently transform into words how much I hate this man. He's a con man, a liar, and the epitome of religious evil.
In other news, the Feudal Mistress isn't here yet. She's officially 15 minutes late. I should suggest to personnel that she get docked in pay not only for being late, but for also being a bitch. During my first hour here in The Pit, I packed up the remainder of my stuff. All that's left are my coconut guardians and my mistletoe. They won't leave until I leave on Friday. I may bring in a smudge stick to cleanse the cube so I won't have any residual psychic connection to the place. All I'm going to leave behind is the sticker that says "Jesus was a pacifist." Maybe someone will take it to heart.
Today is supposed to be rainy and cooler than it has been lately. Then it's supposed to dry out considerably. Either tomorrow or Thursday will be my best bet to whip the lawn into submission. The property looks abandoned, the grass is so high, which is uncool 'cos I live there!
That's all I got for now. That and some more pics of B. I'm gonna have to upload all these to his site this weekend. That would be faboo.
( royal barry-ness )
ANIMUS
She beheld the shining beauty of the mystery in his eyes
and she danced in flames of majesty no horror dare disguise
just to summon forth the passion lingering underneath his skin
and to share with him the pleasure of dark secrecy and sin.
Swirling like a double helix in her sanctity and grace
she invoked the terrible beauty of that mask upon his face
and he placed her soul among his treasures deep within a dream
and held it hostage by the nightmare of a Darkness yet unseen.
”O! Cleave unto him, pirouetting childe of fragile light!”
Sang the spirits gone before her into neverending Night.
”All joys pale to his dread touch, the threads of his desire.
Dance into the flames ~ submit your soul to his dark fire!”
and she danced in flames of majesty no horror dare disguise
just to summon forth the passion lingering underneath his skin
and to share with him the pleasure of dark secrecy and sin.
Swirling like a double helix in her sanctity and grace
she invoked the terrible beauty of that mask upon his face
and he placed her soul among his treasures deep within a dream
and held it hostage by the nightmare of a Darkness yet unseen.
”O! Cleave unto him, pirouetting childe of fragile light!”
Sang the spirits gone before her into neverending Night.
”All joys pale to his dread touch, the threads of his desire.
Dance into the flames ~ submit your soul to his dark fire!”
TAE 2003
The Inner Thrill
Aug. 23rd, 2005 11:30 amToday is the kind of day I need to be outside, or at least looking outside, with a pen and paper in my hands. It's so dark as to almost be Twilight and the stillness of the air inspires an anticipation for what's to come. My characters stir in weather such as this. Kelat is whispering to me through the din that is Cadmus' ravings to his dark lord. It's that inner thrill that makes me want to go tell the Feudal Mistress that I'm out of here for the day and run off to sit under a tree and listen to Kelat and Cadmus speak to me.
I want to curl up with Cadmus and dissect his every motivation, every nuance of his spirit. It would be dangerous work, but who else can do it? Maybe his father, if he cared to claim parentage. But I doubt it. The responsibility is mine.
And Kelat. Short for Lhihlhishian Kelatmenan, Lilith the Mother of Memory. For her I am aching today. Forever in love with her Eternal Pioneer and doomed to always suffer in that longing. She is so much like me, yet I've grown away from her sadness and eternal lack of fulfillment. She holds my dreams unrealised and love unrequited. And, like me, she had her own hand in giving birth to Cadmus the Abomination.
I drew a picture of Kelat and Thanatos many years ago. When I start going through my papers and art at home, I must scan this picture. I must listen to nothing but Shriekback, Barry, and ELO, and journey through my creations until I can get them in some sort of order. It must be done. I feel stagnant because I'm so lost in my own miasma of writing and art.
For now, though, I'm wishing I could leave here and immerse myself into my characters' dark world while sitting in the shadow of some great old tree. They're speaking to me, urging me to abandon my post.
I want to curl up with Cadmus and dissect his every motivation, every nuance of his spirit. It would be dangerous work, but who else can do it? Maybe his father, if he cared to claim parentage. But I doubt it. The responsibility is mine.
And Kelat. Short for Lhihlhishian Kelatmenan, Lilith the Mother of Memory. For her I am aching today. Forever in love with her Eternal Pioneer and doomed to always suffer in that longing. She is so much like me, yet I've grown away from her sadness and eternal lack of fulfillment. She holds my dreams unrealised and love unrequited. And, like me, she had her own hand in giving birth to Cadmus the Abomination.
I drew a picture of Kelat and Thanatos many years ago. When I start going through my papers and art at home, I must scan this picture. I must listen to nothing but Shriekback, Barry, and ELO, and journey through my creations until I can get them in some sort of order. It must be done. I feel stagnant because I'm so lost in my own miasma of writing and art.
For now, though, I'm wishing I could leave here and immerse myself into my characters' dark world while sitting in the shadow of some great old tree. They're speaking to me, urging me to abandon my post.
Nekkid Cube
Aug. 23rd, 2005 02:26 pmNo, it's not a sequel in the successful Canadian sci-fi franchise. It's my spot in The Pit....mostly nekkid.
( nekkie )
Gone are my Dave Matthews posters and Shriek pictures! Gone is my 12" Doc Ock (waka waka). Gone are my various photos and renderings of Sith Lord Darth Maul. All I have now are the padded walls off which I have bounced numerous times in my 8 year stint here in Looneyville. Soon it shall be over, dearlings....soon.
( nekkie )
Gone are my Dave Matthews posters and Shriek pictures! Gone is my 12" Doc Ock (waka waka). Gone are my various photos and renderings of Sith Lord Darth Maul. All I have now are the padded walls off which I have bounced numerous times in my 8 year stint here in Looneyville. Soon it shall be over, dearlings....soon.
