you wreck me, mary jane
can you make my broom fly?
Rebirth of the Boob Vampire!
Jesus fist?
I should have stayed dead.
Little lyrical exploration. Posted the actual song yesterday.
"Why Should I Cry For You?"
Sting
Under the dog star sail
Over the reefs of moonshine
Under the skies of fall
North, north west, the stones of Faroe
Under the Arctic fire
Over the seas of silence
Hauling on frozen ropes
For all my days remaining
But would north be true?
All colours bleed to red
Asleep on the ocean's bed
Drifting on empty seas
For all my days remaining
But would north be true?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
Dark angels follow me
Over a godless sea
Mountains of endless falling,
For all my days remaining
What would be true?
Sometimes I see your face,
The stars seem to lose their place
Why must I think of you?
Why must I?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
Why would you want me to?
And what would it mean to say,
That "I loved you in my fashion"?
What would be true?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
The Cube. Huh.
Been somewhat of a day. Not precisely challenging, just odd. But I made two icons I'm okay with, and one icon I'm fabulously proud of, and at this rate I'll be able to start the icon community...2007. *Psigh*. Maybe I'll get faster.
In other news, the cousin made fresh blackberry ice cream for dessert tonight. It was crisp, cooling, not too sweet, and absolutely what we all needed after the weekend's heat.
Speaking of heat...the new crewman, Izzy, apparently managed to burn his tent to near-cinders by leaving a candle unattended. True fact about unattended candles in nylon tents--THEY LIGHT THEM ON FIRE. So, before the next event--which, thankfully, is a few months away--he has to replace his tent, his air mattress, and his blankets. Yeep.
Also, we have yet another fellow clambering to sign aboard, and two more interested. And, according to those who attended, we are becoming known as the party encampment. The upside to this: most of us can sleep quite well with drumming, dancing, and laughter to all hours. The downside to this: unless we can somehow institute a system of tribute, we're going to be stuck with the bar bills. And alcohol ain't cheap. :)
On t'other hand, La Roommate actually proposed something I think I'm going to work on making Camp Law: the bottle goes around, the bottle goes around, the water or the Gatorade goes around. Intoxication, intoxication, hydration. It should be mandatory. No more people hurling into bushes. (Well. I didn't hurl into bushes. But I was talking about other crewmembers I heard about at this event.) Or, at least, pacing ourselves sounds better than being huddled melted people on the ground. :)
Rebirth of the Boob Vampire!
Jesus fist?
I should have stayed dead.
Little lyrical exploration. Posted the actual song yesterday.
"Why Should I Cry For You?"
Sting
Under the dog star sail
Over the reefs of moonshine
Under the skies of fall
North, north west, the stones of Faroe
Under the Arctic fire
Over the seas of silence
Hauling on frozen ropes
For all my days remaining
But would north be true?
All colours bleed to red
Asleep on the ocean's bed
Drifting on empty seas
For all my days remaining
But would north be true?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
Dark angels follow me
Over a godless sea
Mountains of endless falling,
For all my days remaining
What would be true?
Sometimes I see your face,
The stars seem to lose their place
Why must I think of you?
Why must I?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
Why would you want me to?
And what would it mean to say,
That "I loved you in my fashion"?
What would be true?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
The Cube. Huh.
Been somewhat of a day. Not precisely challenging, just odd. But I made two icons I'm okay with, and one icon I'm fabulously proud of, and at this rate I'll be able to start the icon community...2007. *Psigh*. Maybe I'll get faster.
In other news, the cousin made fresh blackberry ice cream for dessert tonight. It was crisp, cooling, not too sweet, and absolutely what we all needed after the weekend's heat.
Speaking of heat...the new crewman, Izzy, apparently managed to burn his tent to near-cinders by leaving a candle unattended. True fact about unattended candles in nylon tents--THEY LIGHT THEM ON FIRE. So, before the next event--which, thankfully, is a few months away--he has to replace his tent, his air mattress, and his blankets. Yeep.
Also, we have yet another fellow clambering to sign aboard, and two more interested. And, according to those who attended, we are becoming known as the party encampment. The upside to this: most of us can sleep quite well with drumming, dancing, and laughter to all hours. The downside to this: unless we can somehow institute a system of tribute, we're going to be stuck with the bar bills. And alcohol ain't cheap. :)
On t'other hand, La Roommate actually proposed something I think I'm going to work on making Camp Law: the bottle goes around, the bottle goes around, the water or the Gatorade goes around. Intoxication, intoxication, hydration. It should be mandatory. No more people hurling into bushes. (Well. I didn't hurl into bushes. But I was talking about other crewmembers I heard about at this event.) Or, at least, pacing ourselves sounds better than being huddled melted people on the ground. :)