Sound it out
Halloween will be good this year. I can feel it.
Costume ideas:
-Slash
-Emperor Steele
-VMA Gaga
Suggestions are always appreciated.
I want something fun and a little out there. Steele appeals most to me at the moment, but the costume might require a bit of dedication. Also, I'm not sure how many people will actually know who I am. Seeing as I am yet jobless, time is not an issue and recognition, well, that's really insignificant I suppose considering the brilliance of the drapery anyway. We shall see, we shall.
Something somewhere impressed upon me the notion that tomorrow will be warmer than these past days. I can only hope.
I watched "The Crow" and "I Know What You Did Last Summer" in anticipation of this dark month. I'm getting ahead of myself, but I can't help it. Cheesy horror is a favorite indulgence of mine.
The refrigerator hums while the cat purs against my leg. All of the lights are off. The last two months sit on my brain unaware of their weight, turning grey matter black and blue. In the early-morning darkness I wonder how the world would look now if things had gone differently. I am selfish and want to breach the contract of communication, but won't. Lately, it seems, I've been infused with the touch of destruction.
I'll have been back a full month come Saturday and I've been utterly motionless since my return. I wonder how Limbo alters one's shelf-life.
Something's stealing my momentum. I must get to the bottom of it.
Costume ideas:
-Slash
-Emperor Steele
-VMA Gaga
Suggestions are always appreciated.
I want something fun and a little out there. Steele appeals most to me at the moment, but the costume might require a bit of dedication. Also, I'm not sure how many people will actually know who I am. Seeing as I am yet jobless, time is not an issue and recognition, well, that's really insignificant I suppose considering the brilliance of the drapery anyway. We shall see, we shall.
Something somewhere impressed upon me the notion that tomorrow will be warmer than these past days. I can only hope.
I watched "The Crow" and "I Know What You Did Last Summer" in anticipation of this dark month. I'm getting ahead of myself, but I can't help it. Cheesy horror is a favorite indulgence of mine.
The refrigerator hums while the cat purs against my leg. All of the lights are off. The last two months sit on my brain unaware of their weight, turning grey matter black and blue. In the early-morning darkness I wonder how the world would look now if things had gone differently. I am selfish and want to breach the contract of communication, but won't. Lately, it seems, I've been infused with the touch of destruction.
I'll have been back a full month come Saturday and I've been utterly motionless since my return. I wonder how Limbo alters one's shelf-life.
Something's stealing my momentum. I must get to the bottom of it.