I offer grace
I offer blood
I offer everything
'til
my
heart is crystal clear....
(Yes, I know that quote must be getting dull but it's stuck in my head and I like it.)
Work on wednesday which was busy and had me roundly cursing machinery of all types with such volume that one of the customers started to commiserate with me in my plight instead of getting pissed that I was (-getting nowhere on the computer, doing something wrong with the till, annoying the credit card terminal and randomly yelling abuse at the phone-) not serving her.
In my lunch hour I sat in a cafe and scrawled the myth of the Mobile Nightmare Kezapeth, the mech that would not die.
Despite the passing of a century or more, if there is a battle where honour falters and betrayal rules, where courage is not enough to gain victory.... Out of the mist and the dark places will rise Kezapeth and his honour guard. He will slay the enemy and decimate their numbers until the land runs red with their blood. No spell nor blade nor black powder shot can stop him. When death and silence walk hand in hand across the field and the carrion begin to swarm, then the Nightmare and his ragged number will walk back to the dark places leaving fear and awe in their wake.
In the evening I decanted to the pub to meet Blade and Leo and Ben (which was two more than planned) and then Charley and two of her friends (which was another three, but made for an interesting seven.) I bored/intrigued/scared the newcomers by doodling pictures of CheeseApple, Jelly and Cinnamon, attempting to explain Cam and joyously narrating what one's tendons look like. (Like a scar-white ridged organic and slightly slimey cable if anyone's really interested.) I think they got the point that I was irreprably insane and tried to placate me with copious amounts of vodka. (Was I going to complain?)
Ben and I walked Charley and Leo home, listening to Nick Cave and quoting sisters of Mercy as we went. Then for no reason I got a load of doggerel in my head which was - as far as I could tell - a long sort of prayer to Nephthys. (Wow - do I sound flakey or what?) So that was kinda different, certainly since I wasn't thinking about gods or Egypt at all. Weird.
Woke up late today (unsurprisingly) and have spent my time checking emails and trying to learn how to do poi from sites on the net. For the uninitiated poi are weights of some kind on the end of two ropes or chains which you swing in interesting patterns.
You are a Banshee...you hate the very thing you
were created for, but do it without question,
letting your voice
toll...once...twice...thrice...you are the
bringer of death, but don't kill the messanger.
What Kind of Fantasy Creature are You?
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Heh. Crispy. I get to be gothic, angsty, waif-like AND pissed off!
I think now I'm gonna go and finish the rest of my malkavian artwork since I plan to give it to the relevant people on saturday at the London game....
I offer everything
'til
my
heart is crystal clear....
(Yes, I know that quote must be getting dull but it's stuck in my head and I like it.)
Work on wednesday which was busy and had me roundly cursing machinery of all types with such volume that one of the customers started to commiserate with me in my plight instead of getting pissed that I was (-getting nowhere on the computer, doing something wrong with the till, annoying the credit card terminal and randomly yelling abuse at the phone-) not serving her.
In my lunch hour I sat in a cafe and scrawled the myth of the Mobile Nightmare Kezapeth, the mech that would not die.
Despite the passing of a century or more, if there is a battle where honour falters and betrayal rules, where courage is not enough to gain victory.... Out of the mist and the dark places will rise Kezapeth and his honour guard. He will slay the enemy and decimate their numbers until the land runs red with their blood. No spell nor blade nor black powder shot can stop him. When death and silence walk hand in hand across the field and the carrion begin to swarm, then the Nightmare and his ragged number will walk back to the dark places leaving fear and awe in their wake.
In the evening I decanted to the pub to meet Blade and Leo and Ben (which was two more than planned) and then Charley and two of her friends (which was another three, but made for an interesting seven.) I bored/intrigued/scared the newcomers by doodling pictures of CheeseApple, Jelly and Cinnamon, attempting to explain Cam and joyously narrating what one's tendons look like. (Like a scar-white ridged organic and slightly slimey cable if anyone's really interested.) I think they got the point that I was irreprably insane and tried to placate me with copious amounts of vodka. (Was I going to complain?)
Ben and I walked Charley and Leo home, listening to Nick Cave and quoting sisters of Mercy as we went. Then for no reason I got a load of doggerel in my head which was - as far as I could tell - a long sort of prayer to Nephthys. (Wow - do I sound flakey or what?) So that was kinda different, certainly since I wasn't thinking about gods or Egypt at all. Weird.
Woke up late today (unsurprisingly) and have spent my time checking emails and trying to learn how to do poi from sites on the net. For the uninitiated poi are weights of some kind on the end of two ropes or chains which you swing in interesting patterns.
You are a Banshee...you hate the very thing you
were created for, but do it without question,
letting your voice
toll...once...twice...thrice...you are the
bringer of death, but don't kill the messanger.
What Kind of Fantasy Creature are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Heh. Crispy. I get to be gothic, angsty, waif-like AND pissed off!
I think now I'm gonna go and finish the rest of my malkavian artwork since I plan to give it to the relevant people on saturday at the London game....