Quiet. Can't look to see, can't see to look. Wo de ma.

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion.

Only echoes. Only shadows of former selves, only a spoken voice. Caged by consonants, vowels for bars. Primitive. Limited. Empty.They stopped the signal. Not even static, hollow, numb ( Read more... )

Xing nian kuai le. Time for resolutions towards solutions. Resolve to rage, rage against the dying of the light, for we'll have need of it. We've had our solstice, played the pagan, and the sun should stretch. But there's fog, the yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panesHard to see. Mixed messages. Too thick to define, too ( Read more... )

I have a feeling I've been here before. Maybe it's a suppressed memory - though I can't see grounds for suppression, everything seems quite nice! There's a dichotomy here, I can feel it; it's not quite real, and not quite a dream. I should really examine the physics of this place, to see if anything works differently ( Read more... )

I remember being here before. I still think it must be a mass hallucination, it's the only explanation that covers all possible factors. Either that, or we've been kidnapped by Independents! Simon, what do you think?

We should play hide and seek. That way if it's a hallucination we'll be having fun, and if we've really been kidnapped they won' ( Read more... )

Noisy again. Poor City, stuck on repeat, and the static's too much to bear. Interference during our programming, a problem with the lines? Apologies, apologies.

They're cracked, and flooding in through the cracks. Too crowded, too many digits - we carried the one and a hundred popped up. Wo de ma. It annoys ( Read more... )

The scared sheep go a-seeking, all for Exodus Twenty-Two. Finding imperfect speakers, too familiar with their familiars, reading minds and spinning falsehoods. Like poor Arachne, too proud to be humble, spinning her life out with her claims. Time to purge, time to burn, make your skin clean by cleaning the rest of the world. A deed without a ( Read more... )

Patterns, patterns - such a predictable city. Gears in a clock. Like the sea, with the coming-then-goings, law-then-lawless, calm-then-storm. Cries for this and cries for that... law and lawless... waves in and waves out, Luna pulling like a sailor or she used to, on Earth-That-Was.

A recurring theme, no escape. Ren suan bu ru tian suan. The ( Read more... )

Little by little, the tribes used the Earth up. Barren, she had little left to offer them. Swollen of her, they left. And for the first time since the Great Burn that birthed her, she was alone. The Earth cried, and terrible were her tears. Acid and caustic, the spawn of the tribes' rape. They flowed a century ( Read more... )

How must you spell honey to make it catch lady-birds?

People kill for it, but it is worth nothing alone. All systems fail without maintenance. The physicality of it is arcane, filled with crowns that fit pockets-not-heads. And we thought this was a dream with standards.And now this system forces the subjects to maintain themselves. Time for ( Read more... )

...Look at me funny again, and I'll make you wear the Captain's dress. Hun dan.

No personal space for the empty spaces, and she's just air. But still.

((ooc: Extra-crazy!River + Jayne equals... I don't even know what it'll equal. Let's cross our fingers, people. xD))