a wicked young lady

“If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.”

-Henry Rollins

So, that means you can read this, right?

Muah!

'Humble, like the evening primrose,
I hide until sundown.
Not in daylight,
But in darkness
Do I know myself.'
-Alison Fell

Stolen from Nat, of course!

Give me one reason I'm going to hell.

Then if you want, post this request in your LJ, and I might tell you why YOU are doomed to eternal damnation.


Also, screening this. Mew.

Dear Livejournal, yeah, I am dumb. Love, Z

What Be Your Nerd Type? Your Result: Artistic Nerd   Whether it's painting, sewing, drawing, arts and crafts; or just splashing paint onto a canvas and calling it art; you mostly fit this description. Lots of people envy the artists, but be humble and keep working on it. There is a shortage of true artists today who actually contribute anything to society.
Musician
Literature Nerd
Social Nerd
Drama Nerd
Gamer/Computer Nerd
Science/Math Nerd
Anime Nerd
What Be Your Nerd Type? Quizzes for MySpace

Gee, really? :)

Silly music meme!

Yeah, so, guess the song from the lyrics. Google is cheating. Don't be a cheater. :) If you guess correctly first, you get credit, and 'net cookies.



1. And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
sarar. :)

2. We'll have drinks and talk about things
And any excuse to stay awake with you

3. And he was standing
At the corner
Where the road turned dark

4. It's the stupid details that my heart is breaking for
It's the way your shoulders shake and what they're shaking for
spitphyre, who is currently fathering (in a very girly way) my internet babies.

5. Everyone has a skeleton
And a closet to keep it in
And you're mine

6. It's no mystery, you should obviously go, before I break everything
You’re always telling me that you're dying to know, but you’re not really listening

7. Well, it's in the way he walks,
It's in the way he talks
His smile, his anger and his kisses

8. All the girls are relieved
She's working for the other side

9. I'd rather live in his world than live without him in mine

10. So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I happened to be employed
Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
Right outside of Delacroix.
dances_withcats

11. Pull me close, look into my eyes
Smile at me when you stick in the knife

12. Love is clockworks
And cold steel
Fingers to numb to feel

13. She's like a claymore, that's what she's there for.
She's waiting 'round here to get blown apart.

14. Believe me, believe me, I cant tell you why
But I'm trapped by your love, and I'm chained to your side
dances_withcats

15. They had one thing in common
They were good in bed
She said, faster, faster
The lights are turning red
spitphyre. Yippee!

16. I smoke your brand of cigarettes
And pray that you might give me a call
I lie around in bed all day just staring at the walls
taintedpeter. =P

17. I wish that I could keep you in a precious Chinese box
On Sundays I would pray for you so it would never stop

18. I'm not afraid of forgiveness
I'll absolve you everything

19. Just like I swallowed half my stash
I never ever want to crash
rev0lution009, of course. :)

20. Well if you will be my lover
I will shiver and sing
But if you won't be my master
I will do anything

I had a very grown up dream about The Corinthian.

Yes, The Corinthian. Not Oyu dressed up as The Corinthian like he was for Halloween. Now, that would've made sense.

I loved him. And I could see myself, from above, when he finished with me. My hair whitened, my eye sockets bled, and I was grinning wildly, as I drifted off to...wherever.

Gee, thanks Ambien. And thanks, Neil.

I like spiders. Love them. They're amazing creatures and I find them completely fascinating.

Unless, of course, they're walking around on me when I'm trying to sleep.

I got home from picking my spawn up at school, and checked the messages on my phone. Someone was yelling something about a "funky monkey" and it didn't come from any number I know. 0.o

I love people. That was funny.

Oyu just called.

I stammered, like an idiot. He thought the silences were awkward. Yeah, this past week and a half? That particular silence? Pretty fucking awkward for me, thanks.

I missed him, and instead of saying so, I bit my tongue. He asked me to be a character reference, even though he seemed doubtful. I told him I would, and I wouldn't be an asshole.

Bah. Whatever. I'm going to go knit some more.

Wtf? That's all I've got.

Oyu,

I need you. I need your stories and your voice.

I need to know you're hiding there, behind the screen in my head, whispering terrible and beautiful things to me.

Make me come alive one more time before I have to find the strength to search for that somewhere else. I don't want to just find my General. I want more.

Until then, come to me, wrap yourself in me, tangle yourself in my hair. Touch me again, pull me to you. Speak to me of your ownership, and my servitude. I mewl and soften at the thought. I want to let go, and let loose the part of me that I only give to you.

I miss you, my Oyu, and the joy our dance brings. Please come back soon.

Humbly,
Onogoro

"A couple of smokes, a cup of coffee, and a little bit of conversation. You and me and five bucks." ~Troy Dyer

I'll just split it up between the two of them.

I don't like that I've hurt him again. I just didn't know any alternatives.

Rah!

Broncos, tonight. Woot!

You know, boy...I think I might actually miss you.

Captain Peroxide (who may or may not be reading this),

You look so much better with hair. I was going through old pictures last night with the Mistress of Nyur, and ran across pictures of you from last Christmas.

"Whoa! That's him?" she asked. And yes, yes it was.

Even she says you look much better with hair. Because you do. Told you so.

So, if you ever, ever shave your head again now that you don't have to anymore, I will hunt you down and kick you in the shin. Don't think I won't.

Also, we need to bleach it again. Your roots are showing, and you're not James Marsters and can't pull it off as well, regardless of your new nickname, or your arms (which are, incidentally, much hotter than James').

I'm making you a gift. You will like it. Or I will kick you in the shin.

That's all.

Nyur.

Tonight, we watched Tetsuo: The Iron Man. I spent most of the movie in wtf-mode. It was very much like being smacked in the brain. It attacks all your senses. Crazy, I tell ya. There's this infectious disease of metal-y doom, and we watch as the main character gets taken over by it.

Tin foil makes great costuming, and stop motion photography makes me happy. It was pure chaos, with a frighteningly large metal drill-cock.

You'd think, by now, that I'd understand that when that boy says a movie is weird, it's weird.


Now it's time for something much more normal. Polyester, starring none other than the late, great Divine.