

Heartthump-thump,thump-thump, the sound of your eternity, solved by my greasy palms.Heart


The GesticulatorsThe Gesticulators stood in the centre of the room, a loose circle. There was always about two feet of free space to each of their sides: occasionally, the Gesticulating would get quite energetic, as it was now. Each of The Gesticulators black jumper-ed arms spazzed and flailed with the intensity of a fish out of water, warping the air around their bodies into a blur. Some were even getting some foot action in. Suddenly, a strobe light pulsed into action, rapidly illuminating and hiding The Gesticulators forms. Black plimsolls squeaked on the laminate flooring, dark torsos jiving.The Gesticulators
A heart beat pummelled through t


Oh My GodI need a drink of water. Going into the kitchen, turning the tap, galaxies and planets and deep space tumbling into the glass. I watch everything swirl like milk in coffee Stars ploughing into catastrophe, a million explosions I swallow the mixture, forcing it down in three long chugs. It doesnt sit that well in my stomach, solar systems churning, fizzling sounds saturating my belch. And then BANG!Oh My God
How are ya m8?
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
I'm pretty good, been writing a it more recently, which makes me happy. Still not sold/moved yet, although we had a viewing on Saturday, so we'll see how that turns out.
How're thins your end?
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Uncertain as the fingering of a chord torn prematurely, from a piano's womb!
I hope the sell comes easy, bud. Should i be getting the keg or bottle of wine ready?
--
To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
--
To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
How was the festive season for you?
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Uncertain as the fingering of a chord torn prematurely, from a piano's womb!
How are the devs coming along?
--
To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
The devs are comming slowly at the moment. I've been going through phases of writing so much my fingers ache form all the typing and then...nothing. I should probably force myself to finish some of the half completed pieces i have lingering in the background of my PC.
I think it may be due to the stress of having to get the house up together to put on the market this year and/or being knackered from work and/or having really shitty sleep recently. Also, dA is being a bit of a bitch recently, it won't let me submit anything, not even journal entries. Perhaps i should download some Windows updates or something.
Anyway, have a good weekend
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Uncertain as the fingering of a chord torn prematurely, from a piano's womb!
Does it keep going to a 404 script error or showing a white screen? Been going through that b.s. for a while now. I just thought it was me.
Selling your house can be rough. I recently sold my lake house to help pay for some of this college debt. (I'm sure I'll regret it later). Any plans on where you will be moving to?
Ah, sleepless nights. The pains of being a ninja assassin!
--
To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
--
To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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