(public service announcement)
MY HEAD IS EXPLODING I WANT TO WRITE I WANT TO WRITE THE WORDS OUT UNTIL I ROLL WITH THE CITY INSTEAD OF BEING ROLLED OVER BY IT; EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE IN RETROSPECTIVE FUTURESPECTION; I WANT TO MAKE MY CHARACTERS DANCE AND I WANT THE WORDS TO SHOUT AND TO HURT AND TO HURT UNTIL THEY MAKE BEAUTIFUL WONDERFUL PAINFUL IMMENSITY BREAK OVER THE PAGE
I WANT TO MAKE TSENG CRY ON TARMAC AND I
WANT TO MAKE BALTHIER WALK INTO WALLS OF LONELINESS
I WANT TO MAKE RUFUS SUBJUGATED TO THE RULES OF EMERGENTISM AND
I WANT TO MAKE ZECHS DROWN IN THE MEDIOCRITY OF TOO MUCH LIFE;
I WANT TO WRITE BUT THERE IS NO TIME
TOO MANY WORDS NOW TOO LITTLE GUIDANCE
I WANT THEM TO MAKE LOVE TO EACH OTHER UNTIL TIME SLOWS DOWN
AND THE WORLD SCREAMS TO GET MOVING AGAIN.
I WANT TO MAKE THESE WORDS HURT AND SCREAM
QUIET AND LIQUIDATED AND SUBLIMATED INTO THE
SIREN SCREAMS OF TOO EARLY 1242 AM
AND ALL THE PEOPLE I DO NOT WANT TO FOLLOW
ALL THE STREETS I WANT TO WALK DOWN
ALL THE BLACK AND WHITE AND COLOUR OF THE WORLD
SUCKING DIRTY GREY BLACK SLUDGE AND FLITH
DOWN THE SEWERS AND THIGHS OF
CITY MINUTES AND AN INFINTISIMAL
WORLD OF WORDS THAT SHALL WRITE
THEMSELVES ON THE SKIN OF MY ARMS UNTIL
I AM SANE AGAIN ENOUGH TO WRITE THEM
TO YOU ON THE WHITE SCREENS OF YOUR MIND
REPRINTED 60 TIMES A MINUTE
IN LARGE, CAPITAL MOANS:
NOT MY STORY, NOT MY UNIVERSE
BUT OTHERS AND YOURS
AND THEIRS AND
OURS.
K apologises for the capslock attack, original poetry about fanfiction and not producing anything of substance, and will resume writing all the fic that is clogging up her throat, heart and brain when the situations finally resolve themselves into humane experiences that will rip up the keyboard of all the Olde Stuffe and put the Gang in a whole new pot of Universal BadnessTM. Feel free to leave city themed AU prompts in the comments, which I may/may not reply to in the next century, schedule forgiving.
I WANT TO MAKE TSENG CRY ON TARMAC AND I
WANT TO MAKE BALTHIER WALK INTO WALLS OF LONELINESS
I WANT TO MAKE RUFUS SUBJUGATED TO THE RULES OF EMERGENTISM AND
I WANT TO MAKE ZECHS DROWN IN THE MEDIOCRITY OF TOO MUCH LIFE;
I WANT TO WRITE BUT THERE IS NO TIME
TOO MANY WORDS NOW TOO LITTLE GUIDANCE
I WANT THEM TO MAKE LOVE TO EACH OTHER UNTIL TIME SLOWS DOWN
AND THE WORLD SCREAMS TO GET MOVING AGAIN.
I WANT TO MAKE THESE WORDS HURT AND SCREAM
QUIET AND LIQUIDATED AND SUBLIMATED INTO THE
SIREN SCREAMS OF TOO EARLY 1242 AM
AND ALL THE PEOPLE I DO NOT WANT TO FOLLOW
ALL THE STREETS I WANT TO WALK DOWN
ALL THE BLACK AND WHITE AND COLOUR OF THE WORLD
SUCKING DIRTY GREY BLACK SLUDGE AND FLITH
DOWN THE SEWERS AND THIGHS OF
CITY MINUTES AND AN INFINTISIMAL
WORLD OF WORDS THAT SHALL WRITE
THEMSELVES ON THE SKIN OF MY ARMS UNTIL
I AM SANE AGAIN ENOUGH TO WRITE THEM
TO YOU ON THE WHITE SCREENS OF YOUR MIND
REPRINTED 60 TIMES A MINUTE
IN LARGE, CAPITAL MOANS:
NOT MY STORY, NOT MY UNIVERSE
BUT OTHERS AND YOURS
AND THEIRS AND
OURS.
K apologises for the capslock attack, original poetry about fanfiction and not producing anything of substance, and will resume writing all the fic that is clogging up her throat, heart and brain when the situations finally resolve themselves into humane experiences that will rip up the keyboard of all the Olde Stuffe and put the Gang in a whole new pot of Universal BadnessTM. Feel free to leave city themed AU prompts in the comments, which I may/may not reply to in the next century, schedule forgiving.