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Feb. 26th, 2008 03:38 pmFound this on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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This really looks amazing on a lot of levels. That and I really, really want the black vest the Masked Bandit character is wearing (what do you call that marching band/British Colonial style of uniform with the horizontal threading across the chest like that?)
Meanwhile i've been working on 'Unity' for the better part of four hours now (my system is sort of a few hours dropping down fresh material, break, a few hours reworking it mixed with long periods of weeping over an uninspired keyboard - like I done heard it back in my schooling days - "Sometimes m'boy, you can't get the Muse wet no matter how long you go down on her") and all this coffee has me feeling restless to take my bike out for a ride on this magnificently overcast day (dig it - banks of gun gray clouds argent lined sweeping over the rooftops before me, sad-perfect windchimes drifting from the neighbors balcony through the open window in the kitchen behind me, trees groaning in the sudden sporadic gusts, dead branches crashing periodiacally across my roof, the iron ghost growl of the CSX's rattling a few blocks away, a doleful violin solo lingering on the online radio).
Also after a cursory glance at my friends page, I realize now that I did in fact not dream about the storm early this morning. Woke up in the dark to the sound of a massive wave screaming (and none of my usual writers hyperbole here, I literally mean fucking 'screaming') right over the Witch House. I could hear the walls actually rattling through the frame of my bed. I was in this post-dream stupor, laying there wandering what the fuck was going on? The notion briefly passed by that something terrible had been woken and whatever it was, it was rendering the sky open to come down and get me - then a muffled flash of lightning quickly lit up the room. Since no spectral form appeared before me in the space of that brief flash, with dead eyes wide open in mute accusation, I realized that this particular manifestion of the end of the world wasn't meant for me and drifted back off to sleep - the sheets of rain falling outside with a sharp metallic scrubbing sound that was oddly comforting.
Alright, in the immortal words of Old Bull Lee - "I'm outta here, me."
gamera_spinning's page:This really looks amazing on a lot of levels. That and I really, really want the black vest the Masked Bandit character is wearing (what do you call that marching band/British Colonial style of uniform with the horizontal threading across the chest like that?)
Meanwhile i've been working on 'Unity' for the better part of four hours now (my system is sort of a few hours dropping down fresh material, break, a few hours reworking it mixed with long periods of weeping over an uninspired keyboard - like I done heard it back in my schooling days - "Sometimes m'boy, you can't get the Muse wet no matter how long you go down on her") and all this coffee has me feeling restless to take my bike out for a ride on this magnificently overcast day (dig it - banks of gun gray clouds argent lined sweeping over the rooftops before me, sad-perfect windchimes drifting from the neighbors balcony through the open window in the kitchen behind me, trees groaning in the sudden sporadic gusts, dead branches crashing periodiacally across my roof, the iron ghost growl of the CSX's rattling a few blocks away, a doleful violin solo lingering on the online radio).
Also after a cursory glance at my friends page, I realize now that I did in fact not dream about the storm early this morning. Woke up in the dark to the sound of a massive wave screaming (and none of my usual writers hyperbole here, I literally mean fucking 'screaming') right over the Witch House. I could hear the walls actually rattling through the frame of my bed. I was in this post-dream stupor, laying there wandering what the fuck was going on? The notion briefly passed by that something terrible had been woken and whatever it was, it was rendering the sky open to come down and get me - then a muffled flash of lightning quickly lit up the room. Since no spectral form appeared before me in the space of that brief flash, with dead eyes wide open in mute accusation, I realized that this particular manifestion of the end of the world wasn't meant for me and drifted back off to sleep - the sheets of rain falling outside with a sharp metallic scrubbing sound that was oddly comforting.
Alright, in the immortal words of Old Bull Lee - "I'm outta here, me."
