Well, today looked like a cheerful enough day. When Kora rolled out of bed, anyway. The canned air smelled slightly less like the supposed-to-be-sterile containers it came in, and the power was on. Always a good sign when one lived on Mars. Both of those things happening on the same day tended not to happen, like one was an apology for the other. Today, therefore, was looking up from yesterday's candles and gas masks.
It looked cheerful enough, until she turned on the telescreen for the daily climate report. The climate being entirely fabricated for the comfort of Mars residents, the telescreen report was a good way to let Kora know if it
Living Sin
Looks at him
and slips inside his mind
He cannot
STOP! to see
The wrong He may not find
Hurting Her
He wants Them
but no 1 can have 2
Darkness does
become Him
what He can't see to do
UP:
Manic-
Like the edge of a mindgasm
And one little breath
Will push you over the edge
DOWN:
Depressed-
Like knowing you can never
Breathe that good air again
And the bad isn't worth breathing
Today she woke up
A little sick, a little down,
But nothing's really wrong,
At least that's what she'll say
If anyone bothers to ask.
They won't-
But she can always dream.
Dreaming's all she does
On days like these.
It's better than crying.
At least that's what she'll say
If she asks herself why.
Tomorrow will be better.
She'll wake up again
Against her better judgement,
That's what she'll say,
And shoot headfirst into
Oblivion-
Mindless rocket fuel
Of hormones and chemicals
Inside her dying mind.
At least that's what she'll say
When they ask why she did it.
Today she woke up
Shaking and cold with fear,
Torn between t
Reality flows in and out-a ghostly
Mother peeking in at her feverish child
Through the walls of the dark nursery.
Dreams take over slowly, gaining
Power over the dreamer, who fears
The nightmare the truth has become.
Flights of fantasy grow longer
And landings are brief and terrifying-
Crashes down on life's trampoline runways.
Life itself is fleeting, fleeing
From the mind's own intoxicating
Drug-understated, unknown-unreal.
Tactile sensations tether breaths
Between gasps of bizarre visions
Choking loudly, louder than fact.
Darkness never comes, for light,
Albeit at the end of a tunnel,
Dances in the icy eyes of insanity.
Silence dances among the sounds of bells.
Our voices do not carry as they would
If we were only honest with ourselves.
Silence is golden truly bound and good,
But the bells are silver and blue. They ring
Within our souls, reminding all of what
They mean. A gift from you to me and things
From me to you, these games played strangelybut
We play along every time that they say
It is again that time of year for bows
And laughter that means we know how to play
The game of lies and faking silly shows.
The candy means as much as words written
In paint: little more than to be bitten.
You know something's wrong
When your reflection makes you sick
So you can't even walk past a mirror.
It hurts when you smile, so you grin so wide
Just to feel like you've got nothin' to hide.
And I'm only happy when I hear your heart
Beating like it's always done
Cause I know while it's pumping
You'll be here still,
Holding me back from jumping.
Something's wrong?
No, nothing is wrong.
We're both just terrible liars.
I can't hide from you
My feelingsthe truth
Pain isn't something worth healing.
And I'm only happy when I hear your heart
Beating like it's always done
Cause I know while it's pumping
You'll be here still,
Well, today looked like a cheerful enough day. When Kora rolled out of bed, anyway. The canned air smelled slightly less like the supposed-to-be-sterile containers it came in, and the power was on. Always a good sign when one lived on Mars. Both of those things happening on the same day tended not to happen, like one was an apology for the other. Today, therefore, was looking up from yesterday's candles and gas masks.
It looked cheerful enough, until she turned on the telescreen for the daily climate report. The climate being entirely fabricated for the comfort of Mars residents, the telescreen report was a good way to let Kora know if it
Living Sin
Looks at him
and slips inside his mind
He cannot
STOP! to see
The wrong He may not find
Hurting Her
He wants Them
but no 1 can have 2
Darkness does
become Him
what He can't see to do
UP:
Manic-
Like the edge of a mindgasm
And one little breath
Will push you over the edge
DOWN:
Depressed-
Like knowing you can never
Breathe that good air again
And the bad isn't worth breathing
Today she woke up
A little sick, a little down,
But nothing's really wrong,
At least that's what she'll say
If anyone bothers to ask.
They won't-
But she can always dream.
Dreaming's all she does
On days like these.
It's better than crying.
At least that's what she'll say
If she asks herself why.
Tomorrow will be better.
She'll wake up again
Against her better judgement,
That's what she'll say,
And shoot headfirst into
Oblivion-
Mindless rocket fuel
Of hormones and chemicals
Inside her dying mind.
At least that's what she'll say
When they ask why she did it.
Today she woke up
Shaking and cold with fear,
Torn between t
Silence dances among the sounds of bells.
Our voices do not carry as they would
If we were only honest with ourselves.
Silence is golden truly bound and good,
But the bells are silver and blue. They ring
Within our souls, reminding all of what
They mean. A gift from you to me and things
From me to you, these games played strangelybut
We play along every time that they say
It is again that time of year for bows
And laughter that means we know how to play
The game of lies and faking silly shows.
The candy means as much as words written
In paint: little more than to be bitten.
You know something's wrong
When your reflection makes you sick
So you can't even walk past a mirror.
It hurts when you smile, so you grin so wide
Just to feel like you've got nothin' to hide.
And I'm only happy when I hear your heart
Beating like it's always done
Cause I know while it's pumping
You'll be here still,
Holding me back from jumping.
Something's wrong?
No, nothing is wrong.
We're both just terrible liars.
I can't hide from you
My feelingsthe truth
Pain isn't something worth healing.
And I'm only happy when I hear your heart
Beating like it's always done
Cause I know while it's pumping
You'll be here still,
Oh, no, honey
You can't see that
It's cartoon violence
Animated death
You'll get the wrong ideas
You might attack your sister
Immitating animation
A little boy thing to do
Several hours later
Time for the news
Let's all watch together
See, some soldiers got blown up
A murder in the city
Caught on tape
Which they immediately show
Sweetheart, look
A man is dead
Tell me if you see that guy
We can get money for telling them
He's nearby
Now a car chase
Cops swarm the roads
Bullets flying in all directions
Truck skids out
Huge explosions
Like in that movie, Mommy
Not really
This is real
It's fine if it's real
Current Residence: Where ever *you* aren't deviantWEAR sizing preference: something that fits Print preference: depends on the artwork =D Favourite genre of music: whatever floats my boat Favourite photographer: haddox Favourite style of art: oh my god. it's a real question. pretty stuff =D Operating System: 7/ubuntu/whatever else i feel like tacking on there ^^ MP3 player of choice: something that can fit all the music Shell of choice: magic shell xD Wallpaper of choice: wallpaper blows. paint kicks ass Skin of choice: shinyshiny Favourite cartoon character: TOKI WARTOOTH!!!!!!!! Personal Quote: I joke about sex because it's funny when you're frightened
Favourite Visual Artist
nature
Favourite Movies
NAB FTW
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
AFP
Favourite Writers
Richard Brautigan
Favourite Games
life
Favourite Gaming Platform
computer or PS2
Tools of the Trade
my keyboard, a word processor, and my mind, as broken as it is
As a whole, you were ok for a while, but you've gone downhill of late. To the point where you are only good for sucking my nonexistant penis. So get to it or I'm leaving.
I will start this journal with the basic and move from there.
1) Damn I have to pee. Should prolly get up from the computer. Nahhh.
2) Ben Folds is my hero. Hands down. No questions asked.
3) This list thing is really really queer.
4) I should have applied to University of Wisconsin. Their A Capella choir has insane creative genius going on.
5) Fuck being poor and blind. Sick of both already. Also fuck being an adult and having to make the connection between the two.
6) I almost put a period instead of a close-parenthesis after the 6. Wow.
7) I'm not in the mood to argue, but I'm in the mood to win. Expect epic one-line victories again
It's November 11th which means it's that time of the year again and your special day is here! We hope you have an awesome day with lots of birthday fun, gifts, happiness and most definitely, lots of cake! Here's to another year!
Many well wishes and love from your friendly birthdays team
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