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[February 26, 2009 | 09:02 PM] |
My Little Dreamcatcher - a collaboration between Amanda Kenney and Devi Payn.
On the third morning of February, 2013--a year and some months after most of the world lost itself to the widespread insanity caused by a series of events at the end of the Piscean Age of secular materialism--a devastating tornado hit the town of Prague, Oklahoma. It was once a peaceful town, but ever since the global cataclysm, mystics have filled the streets, warning of the end of time.
As the sun rose over the horizon, the damage became evident. The tornado had destroyed most of the unkempt structures and wiped out all of the town's prized livestock. The flies had already began to swarm as broken bodies crept out from under piles of rotted wood. The only sound was silence as the dust swept over the concrete slabs that used to support the families of Prague. The local police department was making its rounds, counting the dead and tending to the wounded. Sheriff Ronald Price helped a child to her feet, "Hello Miss Susie, are you hurt? Where are your mom and dad?"
"I.., I'm, my foot hurts," winced Susie as she looked up at the sheriff. There was a gaping, splintered wound crossing from her big toe to her ankle. "Mommy and Daddy are laying down in the bathroom." Price assessed the situation, and took Susie up into his arms. He then handed her to his partner, Mike Duren, and proceeded into the house.
He found them cradled in each others arms, blood smeared across their locked lips like lipstick. He looked away, almost embarrassed to witness the scene of final embrace. Price knelt down to check a pulse on the wife first. Her chilling skin knocked him backwards and he fell into debris. Out of the still air choked a moan, and the husband rolled in agony, grinding his jaw against the floor. His eyes then opened in the direction of his wife.
"Debbie," his voice cracked. "Debbie can you hear me?" The man looked at his wife, his lip curling with pain. He saw her lying lifeless on the hardwood floor, her dress powdered with drywall. He raised his hand to his mouth as if to contain a scream. The man felt something wet and when he pulled his hand away, it was then that he realized... the blood was her blood and it was all he could taste.
The man beat the ground like a savage beast, each blow slicing the thin skin around his knuckles. Finally, his strength wore out, and with his forehead to the floor, he whispered, "Somebody wake me up from this god-damned nightmare."
The sheriff stood up. "Jeff," his voice sounded timid. "Jeffrey, I'm sorry...let...let me help you up, Susie is outside." He put his hand on Jeff's shoulder.
"Don't fucking touch me, leave me alone!" Jeff demanded. "Debbie," his voice changed from anger to sadness.
Price was confused and did not know how to proceed. "Jeff, your daughter needs you, na...now I am sorry for your loss, but if you come with me, I can take you and Susie to the station and we can get you guys cleaned up." Slowly Jeff struggled to stand, and the sheriff put his arm over his shoulder. The pair staggered toward the blinding sunlight, beaming happily in irony through what remained of a front door frame.
To be continued...
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[December 11, 2008 | 12:20 AM] |
I'm no savior
Your favorite sinner, instead
Call me friend
I'm not crazy, just might be stupid to hell
Just let me kill
There are no right words to fill all the holes inside my head
there are no memories worth remembering
Go tell em the right things, don't be scared
The devil's got nothing on you so why should you care
we'll all be dead again
and you can't cure me, doctor please
if it makes me happy, then why can't you believe me?
I'm the void, I'm the end of living
I'm just laughing at your walk, straight staggered, so run
I'll catch you when I'm done
I'm not crazy, oh yeah, I'm stupid to hell.
Just let me kill.
There are no right words to fill all the holes inside my head
there are no memories worth remembering
So tell em the right things, don't be scared
the devils got nothing on you so why should you care
we'll all be dead again
you can't cure me, doctor please
if it makes you happy, then why can't you believe me
I'm the void, I'm the end of living
Oh, I'm the void, I'm the end of living.
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[July 22, 2008 | 12:19 PM] |
01) List 5 celebrities you would have sex with without even asking questions.
02) Put all of them IN ORDER of your lust for them [5 - 1, 1 is the hottest].
03) Say which movie/show/thing it was that hooked you.
04) Supply photos for sad people.
05) Tag five people - Whoever wants to do this, do it!
( Corey and I may have to fight over a few of these guys. )
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[July 09, 2008 | 04:51 PM] |
So, I am getting another tattoo. It's going to start in the middle of my upper back and wrap around my upper arm to end up underneath my right clavicle. It's going to be a subtle Coheed and Cambria tribute, and I am getting it hopefully next week so that it will be healed by August 5th so I can show it off at their show :]
Anyway, I've kind of photoshopped this picture to show how I want it, except instead of flowers, I want dragonflies. I want the dragonflies to be simple, so just black lines instead of filled with color. Then, I want the background to be more subtle than it is, but I tried.
So, my question for you is, to add text or not to add text. That is the question. If I do, it will probably be something along the lines of "Pray for us all" or "Feliz seria que hora."
or if I want to be more intricate, then I would like "the fiction will see the real" underneath my clavicle, and on my shoulder blade "the answer will question still."
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| New Photoshoot. |
[March 04, 2008 | 06:38 PM] |
Model: Jennifer Harrison
Make-Up/Costume: Courtesy of Me!
Location: My neighborhood.
Concept: The Garden of Eden
The Evidence
( enter the garden )
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