"Everyone's nightmares are going to happen. Everybody's ripping the mask from their eyes..."
Today has been very melancholic...
I woke up feeling ok. I got Diandra's art and photos today, which made me uber excited - her art is stunning, I fucking love it, and I was soo excited to see her surroundings and what she looked like. She is so beautiful, I don't mean to sound so asanine and image orientated, but she is very pretty. -I hope you don't mine me saying so Diandra...
I posted her late B*Day gift and a picture and some other things today. I also posted Niko's picture and Lacey's letter. I had lunch with the olds. I bought 2 books today, for $5 each. One is one of my fave authors, Francesca Lia Block's book, Echo. And the other one is called "Agents of Mayhem: The Global Phenomenon of Mass Murder". Which sounds pretty rad.
And I also got Iron Maiden's album, Dance of Death for $10. I love it. I fell asleep listening to it, and woke up and it was on "Face in the Sand". I was listening to it, and then I started crying for no reason.
So then I resumed reading "Echo". I was listening to Metallica's 'Black' album, when the beautiful song "Nothing Else Matters" came on. Bam, tears were back. It's stupid. I started doubting everything about my life. I don't know why...
Then I get this email from a friend, "there is a definite sadness here,
death and pestilence in the river... I hope shit is better over there and
that your immunity to bad shit don't wear off."
I was never immune to bad shit. I was infected from the second I was conceived. Hell, HOW I was conceived made me a virus. Not that he knows this though.
"Feeling scared I fell to my knees. As something rushed me from the trees.
Took me to an unholy place. And that is where I fell from grace.
Then they summoned me over to join in with them. To the dance of the dead
In to the circle of the fire. I followed them. In to the middle I was lead."
"To this day I guess i'll never know.
Just why they let me go.
But i'll never go dancing no more.
Till I dance with the dead."
She is without a soul.
I woke up feeling ok. I got Diandra's art and photos today, which made me uber excited - her art is stunning, I fucking love it, and I was soo excited to see her surroundings and what she looked like. She is so beautiful, I don't mean to sound so asanine and image orientated, but she is very pretty. -I hope you don't mine me saying so Diandra...
I posted her late B*Day gift and a picture and some other things today. I also posted Niko's picture and Lacey's letter. I had lunch with the olds. I bought 2 books today, for $5 each. One is one of my fave authors, Francesca Lia Block's book, Echo. And the other one is called "Agents of Mayhem: The Global Phenomenon of Mass Murder". Which sounds pretty rad.
And I also got Iron Maiden's album, Dance of Death for $10. I love it. I fell asleep listening to it, and woke up and it was on "Face in the Sand". I was listening to it, and then I started crying for no reason.
So then I resumed reading "Echo". I was listening to Metallica's 'Black' album, when the beautiful song "Nothing Else Matters" came on. Bam, tears were back. It's stupid. I started doubting everything about my life. I don't know why...
Then I get this email from a friend, "there is a definite sadness here,
death and pestilence in the river... I hope shit is better over there and
that your immunity to bad shit don't wear off."
I was never immune to bad shit. I was infected from the second I was conceived. Hell, HOW I was conceived made me a virus. Not that he knows this though.
"Feeling scared I fell to my knees. As something rushed me from the trees.
Took me to an unholy place. And that is where I fell from grace.
Then they summoned me over to join in with them. To the dance of the dead
In to the circle of the fire. I followed them. In to the middle I was lead."
"To this day I guess i'll never know.
Just why they let me go.
But i'll never go dancing no more.
Till I dance with the dead."
She is without a soul.