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Dec 22, 2010 16:39

PERMANONLeave me an anonymous comment pouring your heart out. Say anything. Tell me your stories, your secrets, those things no one ever asks but you wish to tell. Tell me about your love, your hate, your indifference, your joy. Tell me about what's inside of you when you're reading through these entries on your friends list, and tell me why you ( Read more... )

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anonymous December 27 2010, 03:46:13 UTC

So you've stared down certain doom twice already and lived to tell the tale. You've faced the demons of your dark familial tale, and somehow still managed to come out smelling like roses ( ... )

anonymous December 27 2010, 03:47:28 UTC

They say if a cat washes its face before breakfast, it will rain.

anonymous December 27 2010, 03:47:57 UTC

It's funny how you can forget everything except people loving you. Maybe that's why humans find it so hard getting over love affairs. It's not the pain they're getting over, it's the love." (Jellicoe Road)

i think all thease slow shots represent that time never passes.there is no past present or future.even though we know that there was a past from all the ruins. But now everything is stuck in a time that repeats forever.

anonymous December 27 2010, 03:48:45 UTC

My mother is right before me now, right before you. There as the docent, as the interpreter, maybe even as this strange and tangled countryside. Her shallow face, the dark lyric in her eyes and of course her words, in those far reaching letters she used to send me when I was young, secretly alluding to how she could sit and watch the night seal the dusk, year after year, waiting it out like a cat. Or observe how words themselves can also write. Or even, in her own beautiful, and yes horrifying way, instruct me on how to murder. One day even demonstrate it.

She is here now. She has always been here. "Beware," she might have whispered. "Another holy Other lessens your great hold on slowing time," as she would have described it, being the mad woman that she truly was.

She could have laid this world to waste.

Maybe she still will.

anonymous December 27 2010, 03:49:13 UTC

’Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it." Terry Pratchett.

The speed of light travels at vaccume [waves] 3.00 x 10 ^ 8 m/s.

The speed of darkness travels at the rate of our own fear... within the deepest, darkest depths of our hearts.