Emille's dream seems a schizophrenic mash-up of thoughts, ideas, lusts, fears, and sound, a veritable cacophony of everything that makes her tick. Naked forms writhe in time to music throbbing to the erratic beat of 7/8, 5/4, and 3/3, changing seemingly at random, the forms bathed in violent light, of neon and UV lighting, colors shifting to the ( Read more... )

[Cue the sound of running water and some tired yet highly amused laughter from Emille, still groggy from just having woken up not several minutes ago.]

Guys... This is so fuckin' weird, there's goddamn Guinness pouring outta the faucet. This's my kinda curse. Deities, I'll stop being pissed at you for a day, this one's actually pretty awesome.

Random ( Read more... )

Things to do:

1) Get Nana and Haruko together, start getting serious about doing some band shit.
2) Get a piano.
3) Find a drummer so Nana can do guitar.
4) Make a bigger effort to write music again [haven't made a serious effort in a very long while, and the music you've written since you got here has been absolute shit].
5) Find a roommate. Keep it ( Read more... )

I have never wanted to fuck someone so badly in my entire life.

... Doors and windows're locked. Attempt entry at own risk.

( [private//hackable] )

[Amidst the talking, there is the sound of rustling. Emille is currently going through her new bounty of clothes that she has finally been able to purchase, and doesn't realize she's speaking over the Network.]

I've wanted to sleep with half the girls I met here. Probably more. Knowin' me, I don't doubt any o' that one damn bit. Not like it's ( Read more... )