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Destination nowhere, a place that exists where nothing exists, away from the areas deprived from love, a place that never knew destruction, because there they only built, bigger and bigger till there highest building was tall enough to mingle with the stars, and they could climb to the very top and visit beings from foreign planets. Their existance was a curious one, albeit one that wasn't true, only existing in a place where nothing real exists.

Jacob Christopher

A character I'm developing for a story I'm developing. So much development. He may be a protagonist or an antagonist, I'm not too sure yet. 


Unusually cunning, dangerously efficient, one who never fails albeit at the cost of human connection. He understands emotion well enough to manipulate them, but he has never felt them in his heart. A sociopath?

Ready when you are

I've been waiting, embued with otherworldly patience, to be honored by your ethereal presence. to be embraced by your aura, which replaces the fear in my heart with a certain calm, a calm that induces dreams of lights

Happy

Yet not so happy, sort of a middling emotion, noncommittal, even. Not even worth contemplating, is it? The sort of thing that passes over easily, like grey clouds. Quick, solitary moment in time, minuscule in the vast expanse.

De Fok.

Waiting for the new Gorillaz record has been painful. Obviously, it's going to be good, although different. Stylo is dark, moody, yet upbeat. It's a contradiction that works well for the song. It obviously doesn't have the instant draw of a Feel Good Inc. or Clint Eastwood, but Stylo has more depth. Plastic Beach will be good for the soul.

Vicious pt 1

Apart from the occasional drunken street fight, the city was relatively peaceful. A city free from any sort of fear..not exactly realistic. But here it was, plain to see. Although the idea of a group of people who have never faced true adversity is kind of...well, it kinda bothers me. But I'm not in the business of contemplation, I'm in the business of "Damage Prevention", as Mr. Kite likes to call it. It's a sweet gig. For a nice apartment, and all the free shit a 24 year old could ask for, I get to shoot people. Peace isn't organic, you see. You have to fight for it. Creative problem solving...more or less the business I'm in..yeah.

Creed of the beast pt 1

I want to start updating this blog regularly, so, with diligence, I will be posting some sort of review or rant or written piece at least three times a week. I start with this.

Creed of the Beast

part one

Setting sun, end of days, inviting a stark darkness, an infinite wave of black, impenetrable as a wall of stone, as inextinguishable as the greatest fire, infecting the hearts of thousands, destroying them, reducing them, till they were drooling beasts,  and the beasts turned their claws upon each other, so brothers became enemies and conspired against one another, and the civilizations they built together were torn down, and became fields of rubble, and places to bury those swallowed up in their divine ignorance.