Hungry, hungry again ( Read more... )

Was a long and dark December.
From the rooftops I remember
There was snow, white snow...

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"The things we love will lift us up. The things we obsess over will destroy us."
- Meesta Woo

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Bury me in armor.
When I'm dead and hit the ground,
A love back home unfolds.

So if you love me, won't you let me know?

You must believe, to hear me sing these
Messy morsels of my self-assuring love.
Oh, it's painful needing...
Yes, I lie and I wrangle with prospective angles
That glare me down and face me with all I do wrong.
Why do they all look like me?Today began with a weight in my chest that had nothing to do with the nasty cold I've come down with; the kind ( Read more... )

The hope of my redemption ( Read more... )

Totally random nosebleed this morning just sitting there writing. Lasted about 20 seconds before stopping. Haven't gotten one since that one time, with the ghost, or whatever it had been. Didn't make sense then (since it was warm and humid), doesn't make sense now ( Read more... )

Wowie, I'm surprised this is still up.

http://www.assaultweaponwatch.com/

I hadn't thought of it in literally years, until I saw this nonsense:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lEz3PKsTkCQ

Ah, the world.

And a very happy birthday to schmarian!!! :D

I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum,
Pissing out the wrong energy.Left my illustration class freaking out pretty badly yesterday. See, what I really want to do in Game Design is write up the concepts for the games -- writing out the characters, the world, etc. But I need a way to 'break into the field,' so to speak, because no one' ( Read more... )

The guy who put his hands on you
Has got nothing to do with me.
And the bruises that you feel will heal
And I hope you come around

'Cause we're missing you.

It has been a long and crazy year.