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mc chris - [boysdon'tcry]--- What do you stand for? Where is your Proverbial Line? Over what mark shall you not cross, and so on and so forth?
What is important? What matters, to you? What is worth fighting for? Mentally? Physically? To imprisonment or death?
What truly matters?
You can tell me why, if you really want, but for now, I just want to know what.
Corvus Corax - [Veris Dulcis]--- I dreamed of going on a trip through the American South East, with Anthony Bourdain, ending in a house which belonged to a convoluted family that was also my family. This was somewhere in Virginia. Leaving, I rode with crew in a beat up old truck, as I missed the bus, trying to get my shoes on, and say goodbye to my family, without being concrete about when I'd be back.
The ride back, the crew went from attractive strangers to people I kind of knew, and we drove through a deserted DC, at night. (The Cure - [Lovesong]). We stopped at two McDonald's, grafted together by a shared back room. This is when I knew that I was inhabiting a game. World of Warcraft-style, or similar. The fast food joints were ale-houses, way-stations, pubs or inns. Mess Halls. Something was happeneing to the resolution of the game world, and we had to run, quickly, and dive into a pond, to exit our own individual systems, before we were permanently rendered in 8-bit.
Tool - [Lateralis]--- After that, some other stuff happened, involving a teenaged Sephiroth/Sechs conglomeration, watching anime.
That's all I remember. I truly and for really slept worse, last night, than I did the night before last. This is ridiculous.
Food. Coffee. Now.
What is important? What matters, to you? What is worth fighting for? Mentally? Physically? To imprisonment or death?
What truly matters?
You can tell me why, if you really want, but for now, I just want to know what.
Corvus Corax - [Veris Dulcis]--- I dreamed of going on a trip through the American South East, with Anthony Bourdain, ending in a house which belonged to a convoluted family that was also my family. This was somewhere in Virginia. Leaving, I rode with crew in a beat up old truck, as I missed the bus, trying to get my shoes on, and say goodbye to my family, without being concrete about when I'd be back.
The ride back, the crew went from attractive strangers to people I kind of knew, and we drove through a deserted DC, at night. (The Cure - [Lovesong]). We stopped at two McDonald's, grafted together by a shared back room. This is when I knew that I was inhabiting a game. World of Warcraft-style, or similar. The fast food joints were ale-houses, way-stations, pubs or inns. Mess Halls. Something was happeneing to the resolution of the game world, and we had to run, quickly, and dive into a pond, to exit our own individual systems, before we were permanently rendered in 8-bit.
Tool - [Lateralis]--- After that, some other stuff happened, involving a teenaged Sephiroth/Sechs conglomeration, watching anime.
That's all I remember. I truly and for really slept worse, last night, than I did the night before last. This is ridiculous.
Food. Coffee. Now.
