[Poem] + some ramblings
So, the crazy harakiri dreams? Led to this. Unfinished and untitled as of now, but with the prospects of getting worked into something more monumental (yeah, sure, duh).
Title: --
Date: July 24, 2010
Looking at me with reproach,
like the sheet of paper I have abandoned in favour of
talking to you,
You let your hair down,
and you let the gown slide off your shoulders,
baring the skin that would be my paper
if I were to put my mind to work.
I do not want that now.
I want to be a drunken artist,
painting the portrait of a loved one
in sharp slashes upon the hardened skin
that knows no peaceful touch.
Don’t let them in.
Shall we talk about art? history? music?
Shall we drink and be merry
while the knife refuses to cut?
A tangle of bodies in the corner of the room.
Either love or death; we do not care,
We killed each other for less.
They have already entered.
You place your hand on the blade
And it moves like a brush.
(Are you writing your name?)
The number of strokes is infinite,
But they all form a continuous line.
Vadim and I went to see Inception. There's all sort of weird shit in there plus Cillian Murphy. What more can a person want at 11 p.m.? XPP
Right now I'm perfectly sleepless and mixedly annoyed and exhilarated. How about a... list? ;)
My new favourite manga is Samurai Executioner. It might squick someone, though because it features all sorts of not too pleasant things. But its art is gorgeous and the atmosphere is just right.
My new favourite person in the world is artsatalex who drew me this. *stares more*
My new favourite thing is the motorbike that awaits me in Dakota's posession. (Also, my new ideal way to die is crashland from the mountain top riding that bike, and somewhere along the ride I'd remember I couldn't fly. XPP)
My new least favourite thing is IE I'm using because all other browsers bleeding died on me.
Are we happy now? ;)
Title: --
Date: July 24, 2010
Looking at me with reproach,
like the sheet of paper I have abandoned in favour of
talking to you,
You let your hair down,
and you let the gown slide off your shoulders,
baring the skin that would be my paper
if I were to put my mind to work.
I do not want that now.
I want to be a drunken artist,
painting the portrait of a loved one
in sharp slashes upon the hardened skin
that knows no peaceful touch.
Don’t let them in.
Shall we talk about art? history? music?
Shall we drink and be merry
while the knife refuses to cut?
A tangle of bodies in the corner of the room.
Either love or death; we do not care,
We killed each other for less.
They have already entered.
You place your hand on the blade
And it moves like a brush.
(Are you writing your name?)
The number of strokes is infinite,
But they all form a continuous line.
Vadim and I went to see Inception. There's all sort of weird shit in there plus Cillian Murphy. What more can a person want at 11 p.m.? XPP
Right now I'm perfectly sleepless and mixedly annoyed and exhilarated. How about a... list? ;)
My new favourite manga is Samurai Executioner. It might squick someone, though because it features all sorts of not too pleasant things. But its art is gorgeous and the atmosphere is just right.
My new favourite person in the world is artsatalex who drew me this. *stares more*
My new favourite thing is the motorbike that awaits me in Dakota's posession. (Also, my new ideal way to die is crashland from the mountain top riding that bike, and somewhere along the ride I'd remember I couldn't fly. XPP)
My new least favourite thing is IE I'm using because all other browsers bleeding died on me.
Are we happy now? ;)