Tuesday, June 06, 2006
I feel like screaming. Yelling my guts out. Jumping up and down. Hitting things. Holler and pull at my hair.
Damn am I restless now.
I feel like shit. Where is Kanai when you need her? Lol. She's the only one who can talk it out with me. I suppose I can pick a random person on my contact list to blab to, but there are some back issues that only good old konks can be trusted with. Ah well, I'll live.
It's one of those melancholy evenings again. Where I can just keep walking and walking under the stars and just march on through the shadows not wanting to think or talk or even see where I'm going. Where all I want to do is just to keep walking and let it all come out. And I don't want to stop, because I don't know where to go, and I don't want to think about it. And I will think about it if I stop, thus with the constant moving. Walking clears my head, especially at night in the cold breeze where you can't see anything except for shadows and hues of gray and orange. Streetlights, ya know?
Anyway, I'm going to stop dwelling on it. Don't worry, be happy! Ok, cheesy line. Whatever.
For the power to revolutionise the world!
..........?! What the...
zettai unmei mokushiroku zettai unmei mokushiroku
Oh what the hell, the karaoke voice is back again. Singing that damnable stairway song from SKU. Why do I call it the stairway song? Because every single bloody time one of the Duelists is going up the stairs to the arena for a duel, the silly thing starts up. Haha.
hikari no yami
kanata no yami
hatenaki yami
Oh shut up already! As cool as that refrain is, I don't NEED anybody chanting it right now.
Oh really, then what about this?
*clears throat*
*deepens voice dramatically*
"If it cannot hatch from it's shell, the chick will die without ever truly being born. We are the chick; the world is our egg. If we don't break the world's shell, we will die without truly being born. Smash the world's shell, for the Revolution of the World."
.........................
*long silence*
*pregnant pause*
*insert whatever phrase used for utter absolute disbelieved silence*
Yes?
*chokes*
The.....ELEVATOR speech? *note: an inside joke*
No dear, it's the Chick Speech. You know, the famous speech of Touga, the red haired one.
I know who Touga is, and I don't like him. You know, the first time I saw the term 'Chick Speech', and that it came from Touga, I immediately wondered if it wasn't some hentai playboy thing the guy came up with. Haha.
You seriously need a mindscrub.
*shrug* Nothing new there. I am a pervert, after all.
Oh, so you admit you're a pervert?
Um, I thought it was obvious. Look at how I drool over Hyori.
Everone with a libido drools over Hyori. Well, maybe not necessarily drool in copious amounts, but a certain amount of bedazzlement is anticipated. It's not your fault.
Wow that's an encouragement. Then how do you explain the inexplicable urge that I get whenever watching that Ayaka fan vid?
What inexplicable urge? *smiles innocently*
Don't play a fool Chaos. You know what I mean.
Oh, it seems to have slipped my mind. How terrible. Oh the loss!
....you don't need to be so dramatic. Alright alright, since you're so determined to make me say it, I will!
*pause*
Hmmm.....
*smirk* Well? *random iced drink pops up in his hand*
*eyebrow twitches* ....random iced drink...? You doing an Akio????
Sore wa himitsu desu. *winks and drinks up*
*slaps forehead* Oh Dios, now you're doing a Xellos.
Now my dear, you're straying. Don't think I didn't notice.
Aw damn. I thought I could smoke my way outta this.
I live in your head. There's nothing you can get past me. Nothing.
*tiredly* Don't try that evil voice-deepening trick on me. It doesn't work. Anyhow, what was I supposed to say again?
You were going to share with us your delightful little reaction when you see the fan vid.
*suspiciously* How would you know my reaction is 'delightful' if you claimed to have forgotten?
*blinks, then recovers* Feelings, dear heart. Memories go away, but feelings remain. *smug look*
Damn. I'll give you that, you're smooth.
Naturally.
Oh quit with the egoism.
Ok, I can't really dodge it anymore, so let's get it over and done with. Well...you see...
..........
.........
.......
*irritably* Oh just say it already.
*flushes* Fine. I get this strange mental image k?
*sneakily* What mental image?
*glowers at Chaos* ......I feel like licking her k? Especially around the neck and shoulders.....*drifts off as eyes glaze over* *licks lips involuntarily*
Interesting little girl, that one. *looks at readers* Don't worry, she'll get over it soon. *looks back*
Hmm....
*taps shoulder*
[no response]
Sigh. Time for Plan B.
*leans over to her ear and whispers something*
*blinks* What? Where? *looks around frantically*
Bingo. *thumbs up at readers*
Chaos..... *glares*
*innocent grin* You really are gullible sometimes.
Ah shuddap.
*breathes deeply*
Anyway, back to business. Sometimes I wonder who's corrupting who in our relationship. Chaos and I sometimes seem so different yet so similar at the same time. I consciously split him to provide myself with a conversational partner. While he sounds like an oversexed teenage boy at times (*indignant voice* I do NOT.), sometimes I can be worse. Haha.
Maybe he's corrupting me. Maybe I'm corrupting him. Maybe the core that which we sprung from has already been corrupted. Mostly I think we're just trapped in a cycle of mutal corruption. He poisons my mind with dark slashy thoughts; I dig deeper in to spread the infection with my more unusual musings.
And by unusual, I mean really unusual. Something along the lines of incest, homosexuality and soft porn. Heh. Doesn't always happen that way of course. Sometimes I just get dreams where disembowelment is a commonality, where dissection is preferably done alive without anaesthetic, where throats are cheerfully ripped out and fingernails wantonly ripped off. The kind of dream where blood is everywhere and you get ghouls/zombies chewing on your leg and rotting hell hounds chasing after you, their saliva flying and ribcages exposed.
All in day's work. Or night. Sometimes I get marginally more normal dreams though. It depends on what you mean by normal in this crazy little world of me. Haha.
Alright I gotta go. It's been fun. And I feel better...sort of.
So, ciao then!
May you find your eternal thing, your shining thing, the power of miracles, and the power of revolution.
*in the distance*
MY SHINING THING!! WHERE IS IT?!?!
(all 4 colored voices) *collective sweatdrop*
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Damn am I restless now.
I feel like shit. Where is Kanai when you need her? Lol. She's the only one who can talk it out with me. I suppose I can pick a random person on my contact list to blab to, but there are some back issues that only good old konks can be trusted with. Ah well, I'll live.
It's one of those melancholy evenings again. Where I can just keep walking and walking under the stars and just march on through the shadows not wanting to think or talk or even see where I'm going. Where all I want to do is just to keep walking and let it all come out. And I don't want to stop, because I don't know where to go, and I don't want to think about it. And I will think about it if I stop, thus with the constant moving. Walking clears my head, especially at night in the cold breeze where you can't see anything except for shadows and hues of gray and orange. Streetlights, ya know?
Anyway, I'm going to stop dwelling on it. Don't worry, be happy! Ok, cheesy line. Whatever.
For the power to revolutionise the world!
..........?! What the...
zettai unmei mokushiroku zettai unmei mokushiroku
Oh what the hell, the karaoke voice is back again. Singing that damnable stairway song from SKU. Why do I call it the stairway song? Because every single bloody time one of the Duelists is going up the stairs to the arena for a duel, the silly thing starts up. Haha.
hikari no yami
kanata no yami
hatenaki yami
Oh shut up already! As cool as that refrain is, I don't NEED anybody chanting it right now.
Oh really, then what about this?
*clears throat*
*deepens voice dramatically*
"If it cannot hatch from it's shell, the chick will die without ever truly being born. We are the chick; the world is our egg. If we don't break the world's shell, we will die without truly being born. Smash the world's shell, for the Revolution of the World."
.........................
*long silence*
*pregnant pause*
*insert whatever phrase used for utter absolute disbelieved silence*
Yes?
*chokes*
The.....ELEVATOR speech? *note: an inside joke*
No dear, it's the Chick Speech. You know, the famous speech of Touga, the red haired one.
I know who Touga is, and I don't like him. You know, the first time I saw the term 'Chick Speech', and that it came from Touga, I immediately wondered if it wasn't some hentai playboy thing the guy came up with. Haha.
You seriously need a mindscrub.
*shrug* Nothing new there. I am a pervert, after all.
Oh, so you admit you're a pervert?
Um, I thought it was obvious. Look at how I drool over Hyori.
Everone with a libido drools over Hyori. Well, maybe not necessarily drool in copious amounts, but a certain amount of bedazzlement is anticipated. It's not your fault.
Wow that's an encouragement. Then how do you explain the inexplicable urge that I get whenever watching that Ayaka fan vid?
What inexplicable urge? *smiles innocently*
Don't play a fool Chaos. You know what I mean.
Oh, it seems to have slipped my mind. How terrible. Oh the loss!
....you don't need to be so dramatic. Alright alright, since you're so determined to make me say it, I will!
*pause*
Hmmm.....
*smirk* Well? *random iced drink pops up in his hand*
*eyebrow twitches* ....random iced drink...? You doing an Akio????
Sore wa himitsu desu. *winks and drinks up*
*slaps forehead* Oh Dios, now you're doing a Xellos.
Now my dear, you're straying. Don't think I didn't notice.
Aw damn. I thought I could smoke my way outta this.
I live in your head. There's nothing you can get past me. Nothing.
*tiredly* Don't try that evil voice-deepening trick on me. It doesn't work. Anyhow, what was I supposed to say again?
You were going to share with us your delightful little reaction when you see the fan vid.
*suspiciously* How would you know my reaction is 'delightful' if you claimed to have forgotten?
*blinks, then recovers* Feelings, dear heart. Memories go away, but feelings remain. *smug look*
Damn. I'll give you that, you're smooth.
Naturally.
Oh quit with the egoism.
Ok, I can't really dodge it anymore, so let's get it over and done with. Well...you see...
..........
.........
.......
*irritably* Oh just say it already.
*flushes* Fine. I get this strange mental image k?
*sneakily* What mental image?
*glowers at Chaos* ......I feel like licking her k? Especially around the neck and shoulders.....*drifts off as eyes glaze over* *licks lips involuntarily*
Interesting little girl, that one. *looks at readers* Don't worry, she'll get over it soon. *looks back*
Hmm....
*taps shoulder*
[no response]
Sigh. Time for Plan B.
*leans over to her ear and whispers something*
*blinks* What? Where? *looks around frantically*
Bingo. *thumbs up at readers*
Chaos..... *glares*
*innocent grin* You really are gullible sometimes.
Ah shuddap.
*breathes deeply*
Anyway, back to business. Sometimes I wonder who's corrupting who in our relationship. Chaos and I sometimes seem so different yet so similar at the same time. I consciously split him to provide myself with a conversational partner. While he sounds like an oversexed teenage boy at times (*indignant voice* I do NOT.), sometimes I can be worse. Haha.
Maybe he's corrupting me. Maybe I'm corrupting him. Maybe the core that which we sprung from has already been corrupted. Mostly I think we're just trapped in a cycle of mutal corruption. He poisons my mind with dark slashy thoughts; I dig deeper in to spread the infection with my more unusual musings.
And by unusual, I mean really unusual. Something along the lines of incest, homosexuality and soft porn. Heh. Doesn't always happen that way of course. Sometimes I just get dreams where disembowelment is a commonality, where dissection is preferably done alive without anaesthetic, where throats are cheerfully ripped out and fingernails wantonly ripped off. The kind of dream where blood is everywhere and you get ghouls/zombies chewing on your leg and rotting hell hounds chasing after you, their saliva flying and ribcages exposed.
All in day's work. Or night. Sometimes I get marginally more normal dreams though. It depends on what you mean by normal in this crazy little world of me. Haha.
Alright I gotta go. It's been fun. And I feel better...sort of.
So, ciao then!
May you find your eternal thing, your shining thing, the power of miracles, and the power of revolution.
*in the distance*
MY SHINING THING!! WHERE IS IT?!?!
(all 4 colored voices) *collective sweatdrop*
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