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wolven7Jack Off Jill - [Fear Of Dying]--- So, i said i would make it storm, and then i was asked to Delay it. In the process of Delaying, the ensuing melancholy, in the rest of my day, as i realised what was going wrong, and what the FUCK is happening to so many people in my life, i lost track. It dissipated. It was a pretty damn nice build-up, too. Really dark clouds and Everything... (Darkest of the Hillside Thickets - [Mustard Gas]). Oh well... we'll see if i can make it happen, tonight....
What's that? Oh, you want to know what's going on, with the people... Right. Uhm.. A lot of them are Fucking Themselves Over, in really stupid ways, instead of going the more direct (if uncomfortable) route. Those that don't need to be hit with the "Stop Being Fucked Up Stick"(tm), seem to be distancing themselves from each other, and me. The ones taht are staying together are staying in little groups, or, like me, in ones that kind of float around, will they or never they so. (Jack Off Jill - [Clear Hearts, Grey Flowers]). The ones in the groups don't seem to realise the Seclusiuon and Cabal-like nature of what they are doing, and continue on, oblivious, until they end up like the proverbial Ozark Hill People Family: Inbred ideas, and no new acceptances. Bah.
As for me, i'm feeling... This: The Illusuionist asks for help from his lovely assistant. She wheels a Tall Box, out on stage, and hands the Illusionist two long, square blades. (P.A.L. - [Das Gelöbnis]) The Illusionist opens the box, and the Assistant gets inside. We can all sense what's coming. The Illusiuonist closes the door, and we see the slits, for the blades. The Illusionist shows us the Blades, and we see that they are sharp, and real. The Illusionist slides the first one into the box. SssschNK! The Illusionist holds up the second blade, and then slides it home. SsssCHNK! (MC Chris - [Hijack]) The Illusionist turns the box around, and presents the back, where we see the blades, protruding.. Is that a trickle of blood...? The Illusionist turns the box around, before we can fully assess the situation and places his hand on the door to the box. We wait, in the audience, breathless, knowing, somewhere inside, that it is an Illusion. She was never separated into thirds. She's been whole, the entire time. If we could know the trick, we'd be ok. (Darkest of the Hillside Thickets - [Unstoppable]) But is it a trick? Part of us fears, hopes, dreads, dreams for, wretches at the knowledge that she may be dead... That separation was real, and irreversible... The Illusionist opens the box...
And that's where i am. Trying to find the trick, to make the Illusion Dissipate, and Fearing that it's Not an illusion... that this separateness is a Real thing... Blearg.. Guh...
Stabbing Westward - [Save Yourself]--- Exactly. Yeah. Ok. The subject quote is from a list of "Stereotypes Germans Have about Americans." I'm out, for now.
What's that? Oh, you want to know what's going on, with the people... Right. Uhm.. A lot of them are Fucking Themselves Over, in really stupid ways, instead of going the more direct (if uncomfortable) route. Those that don't need to be hit with the "Stop Being Fucked Up Stick"(tm), seem to be distancing themselves from each other, and me. The ones taht are staying together are staying in little groups, or, like me, in ones that kind of float around, will they or never they so. (Jack Off Jill - [Clear Hearts, Grey Flowers]). The ones in the groups don't seem to realise the Seclusiuon and Cabal-like nature of what they are doing, and continue on, oblivious, until they end up like the proverbial Ozark Hill People Family: Inbred ideas, and no new acceptances. Bah.
As for me, i'm feeling... This: The Illusuionist asks for help from his lovely assistant. She wheels a Tall Box, out on stage, and hands the Illusionist two long, square blades. (P.A.L. - [Das Gelöbnis]) The Illusionist opens the box, and the Assistant gets inside. We can all sense what's coming. The Illusiuonist closes the door, and we see the slits, for the blades. The Illusionist shows us the Blades, and we see that they are sharp, and real. The Illusionist slides the first one into the box. SssschNK! The Illusionist holds up the second blade, and then slides it home. SsssCHNK! (MC Chris - [Hijack]) The Illusionist turns the box around, and presents the back, where we see the blades, protruding.. Is that a trickle of blood...? The Illusionist turns the box around, before we can fully assess the situation and places his hand on the door to the box. We wait, in the audience, breathless, knowing, somewhere inside, that it is an Illusion. She was never separated into thirds. She's been whole, the entire time. If we could know the trick, we'd be ok. (Darkest of the Hillside Thickets - [Unstoppable]) But is it a trick? Part of us fears, hopes, dreads, dreams for, wretches at the knowledge that she may be dead... That separation was real, and irreversible... The Illusionist opens the box...
And that's where i am. Trying to find the trick, to make the Illusion Dissipate, and Fearing that it's Not an illusion... that this separateness is a Real thing... Blearg.. Guh...
Stabbing Westward - [Save Yourself]--- Exactly. Yeah. Ok. The subject quote is from a list of "Stereotypes Germans Have about Americans." I'm out, for now.
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Hmm...
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