Close Up
The pupil dilates so rapidly, as though it can anticipate the coming need for greater visual acuity. Almost as though each bit of the body were thinking on its own, but specifically the pupil.
It flashes, open quickly, trailing a gnat's breath before the beating of the heart, and in that moment time slows to an absolute halt, the stars have aligned.
A leaf falls between two branches to the left, a rabbit is hopping over bramble in the peripheral vision, a spider hangs nigh invisible in the air, all these are recorded, the senses fusing at the highest possible level.
Thwuf
The bow is loosed, the arrow springs forth in space and time springs maddeningly towards it's normal speed. Leaf brushes spider to the side and lands, blown by the smallest gust of an arrow, immediately where the rabbit had been.
Thud
The target is pierced, the shaft of the arrow burying itself deep in the flesh of the target, the head breaching, ripping, tearing deeper.
Breath
The marksman is at ease, the arrow may as well have been as lightning.
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Thud
A nervous breath, the perspiration of sweat on skin, clothes that never seem to fit when clutch time comes.
Thud
Again, shifting, he is uncomfortable. He grabs and shifts with his clothes, moving them into the same places a cadaver would wear them. Perfect, undisturbed, comfortable. (Not that death is comfortable, just that cadavers do look so... restful.)
Thud
The flora in his hand have acquired a damp, slimy texture 'neath his constant stress-sweating. His palms literally glisten from the agony of anticipation.
Ring
And like a spoiled valley-girl on her sweetest sweet sixteen to ever grace the earth on the inside he squeals like a little girl.
Thud
On the outside, he calmly steps into her house.
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This entry will be a bit hodge-podge since I'm just gonna write some things in the window as I come across them.
LiveJournal says "SOMEONE IS LOOKING FOR ME" and that is making me really worried.
1) I'm not missing.
2) I already have a girlfriend kthx :)
3) If I was missing people close to THE SOURCE (That's me) have explicit instructions detailing how the search and rescue for me is supposed to be handled in accordance with my pact with the Dairy Farmers of America.
OKAY.
Got to Be More Careful from the album "House M.D. Original Television Soundtrack" by John Cleary And The Absolute Monster Gentlemen
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I hope you remain as open to new things forever, and in fact, I hope you continue to grow to embrace new and scary things as you grow older, because then you'll never truly be old, you'll just be awesome. :)
Sometimes, the love within me wells up so much that I want to explode. A love-bomb. Wouldn't that be righteous if you could just run into the middle of a terrorist cell super-meeting, like all the terrorists ever and just EXPLODE with LOVE in their FACES.
And then they would all die, obviously, and you would get their virgins, but STILL. You exploded with LOVE in their FACES.
That's worth something, right? Exploding, I mean.
---
Let's chat seriously though. Times are tough now, and I know so well how tough they are. Unemployment in a bear market sucks. It makes me want Grey Goose martini's, but since I'm broke I drink Diet Coke and Water.
SEXY MIX, I KNOW.
The party side of me could go for a bender or five, but the part of me looking for a job is just trying to get up in the morning and finding a reason to keep on going.
'Cause my gas tank is on empty when I'm alone.
People ease the pain of solitude, ironic.
---
You know, if I were famous I'd get a million dollars for something like this. As it is, I'd give a million dollars (that I don't have) to get famous.
Then I'd have TWO million dollars. Because I was famous.
One million for the people who got me famous, and another million for a wild party.
I bet I could get a million friends on Facebook for a million dollar party.
Haha, would that not be wild.
"One-dollar buy ins! If this group reaches 1,000,000 members who donate $1 each, we can throw an awesome party! (For some of you!)"
Haha. Weak.
---
Let's steal a lot of money and run off to another land where we can live forever like kings and queens.
Do people still live such lives of high-adventure, or do we simply dream beyond our means to content ourselves with the cages and trappings of an ordinary life?
Do we accept what life has given us or do we call a mulligan? When is it too late to do what you want with your own life? When can you stop guessing and just start going without ever wondering if you're right or if it's okay?
Is there always a ring to kiss, or can I ever be truly free?
---
Why is it important to see the big picture? Because there will always be more minutia. There will ever only be one big picture.
DaVinci didn't only paint great detail, he brushed the very fabric into being.
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END.
LET THIS BE THE END. LET THIS BE THE LAST SONG. LET THIS BE THE END. LET ALL BE FORGIVEN.
Go go Against Me! !
It flashes, open quickly, trailing a gnat's breath before the beating of the heart, and in that moment time slows to an absolute halt, the stars have aligned.
A leaf falls between two branches to the left, a rabbit is hopping over bramble in the peripheral vision, a spider hangs nigh invisible in the air, all these are recorded, the senses fusing at the highest possible level.
Thwuf
The bow is loosed, the arrow springs forth in space and time springs maddeningly towards it's normal speed. Leaf brushes spider to the side and lands, blown by the smallest gust of an arrow, immediately where the rabbit had been.
Thud
The target is pierced, the shaft of the arrow burying itself deep in the flesh of the target, the head breaching, ripping, tearing deeper.
Breath
The marksman is at ease, the arrow may as well have been as lightning.
---
Thud
A nervous breath, the perspiration of sweat on skin, clothes that never seem to fit when clutch time comes.
Thud
Again, shifting, he is uncomfortable. He grabs and shifts with his clothes, moving them into the same places a cadaver would wear them. Perfect, undisturbed, comfortable. (Not that death is comfortable, just that cadavers do look so... restful.)
Thud
The flora in his hand have acquired a damp, slimy texture 'neath his constant stress-sweating. His palms literally glisten from the agony of anticipation.
Ring
And like a spoiled valley-girl on her sweetest sweet sixteen to ever grace the earth on the inside he squeals like a little girl.
Thud
On the outside, he calmly steps into her house.
---
This entry will be a bit hodge-podge since I'm just gonna write some things in the window as I come across them.
LiveJournal says "SOMEONE IS LOOKING FOR ME" and that is making me really worried.
1) I'm not missing.
2) I already have a girlfriend kthx :)
3) If I was missing people close to THE SOURCE (That's me) have explicit instructions detailing how the search and rescue for me is supposed to be handled in accordance with my pact with the Dairy Farmers of America.
OKAY.
Got to Be More Careful from the album "House M.D. Original Television Soundtrack" by John Cleary And The Absolute Monster Gentlemen
----
I hope you remain as open to new things forever, and in fact, I hope you continue to grow to embrace new and scary things as you grow older, because then you'll never truly be old, you'll just be awesome. :)
Sometimes, the love within me wells up so much that I want to explode. A love-bomb. Wouldn't that be righteous if you could just run into the middle of a terrorist cell super-meeting, like all the terrorists ever and just EXPLODE with LOVE in their FACES.
And then they would all die, obviously, and you would get their virgins, but STILL. You exploded with LOVE in their FACES.
That's worth something, right? Exploding, I mean.
---
Let's chat seriously though. Times are tough now, and I know so well how tough they are. Unemployment in a bear market sucks. It makes me want Grey Goose martini's, but since I'm broke I drink Diet Coke and Water.
SEXY MIX, I KNOW.
The party side of me could go for a bender or five, but the part of me looking for a job is just trying to get up in the morning and finding a reason to keep on going.
'Cause my gas tank is on empty when I'm alone.
People ease the pain of solitude, ironic.
---
You know, if I were famous I'd get a million dollars for something like this. As it is, I'd give a million dollars (that I don't have) to get famous.
Then I'd have TWO million dollars. Because I was famous.
One million for the people who got me famous, and another million for a wild party.
I bet I could get a million friends on Facebook for a million dollar party.
Haha, would that not be wild.
"One-dollar buy ins! If this group reaches 1,000,000 members who donate $1 each, we can throw an awesome party! (For some of you!)"
Haha. Weak.
---
Let's steal a lot of money and run off to another land where we can live forever like kings and queens.
Do people still live such lives of high-adventure, or do we simply dream beyond our means to content ourselves with the cages and trappings of an ordinary life?
Do we accept what life has given us or do we call a mulligan? When is it too late to do what you want with your own life? When can you stop guessing and just start going without ever wondering if you're right or if it's okay?
Is there always a ring to kiss, or can I ever be truly free?
---
Why is it important to see the big picture? Because there will always be more minutia. There will ever only be one big picture.
DaVinci didn't only paint great detail, he brushed the very fabric into being.
---
END.
LET THIS BE THE END. LET THIS BE THE LAST SONG. LET THIS BE THE END. LET ALL BE FORGIVEN.
Go go Against Me! !