Digital and AnalogZetal,This is my greeting because words are worthless, and there is only the emotion.I've been given a new perspective of life.It came over lessons and time.I think I'm insane.But not in a bad way.To society's belief.And it is too intangible to speak because there is no type of communication which can define what I am feeling.They all are.In fact, everyone is.Just insane in the ideas and beliefs, some more insane than othersWell, never mind.There are the occasional people who achieve enlightenment.Bwahahaha.BWAHAHAHA.You do not think you care to understand what I am speakingBut I speak in truthsI am speaking of the World and the way Reality works.It is not a competition - not anymore.It once was.People were blind.People are no longer blind.People do things with a purpose.With a sense of existence, because despite all attempts to ignore reality - and even success - Reality still is.I believe in a God.God is existence.You, the dog, anyone.Even our pixilated pro
RezRez, how I love thee.A great mixture of pleasure.You make me feel Right.A Rez-induced trance.Test your skill and enjoy it.Lights, Music, Power.Sex in games these days..Rez comes with a vibratorthose lucky females.Good combinationsVisual art, Music, Fun.Rez - RevolutionTime grows very long.I still long greatly for you.Rez, I will return.The music grows grand.Vibrations show your progress.It gets you going.Hacking the system.Looking for information.Gotta save Eden.The game gets intense.The Boss Rush! Aren't you afraid?... Why? Must continue.Trying to succeed.At times, seems impossible..Must get a perfect.Shooting enemies.The more enemies I killThe better I feel.Trapped within system.My path is filled with danger.Who the hell built THIS!?To start as a cell.To become a sentient,To reach purity.Lines everywhere.Each defining a culture,Each creating life.
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
spaceshiptwoWhat's leftafter the explosionare these suns,a faint projectionfrom an unreachable darkness,flickering.And then everything is simultaneous;the entangled mess,the crowds.*And maybe it's all about editing and being edited-The pilot painted across a desert,A desert painted across the pilot.*Or the holographic drift, a surface reflection-The expanse outside echoed inward,Jagged orange treelines over the firefly black like someone holding onto a woman(or the memory of a woman).*Or maybe just the T.V. relayas I struggle to sleep,the newscasterfrom both dimensionsglowing and whispering:The horses of your apocalypse/the apocalypse of your horses.
AloneI look aroundI see peopleYet I'm aloneAlways.
Fixing the damageYou feel damamgedAnd brokenJust like meBut togetherWe can change thatWe can fix each otherSo don't give upWe need each other
Mary x Male!Reader"D-don't you dare look at me!"I jumped, scared. This ball of fluff----she was talking to me? With a shaky breath, I smiled uneasily at her. "Hey, now...I'm not gonna make fun of ya, or anything."She blinked, and looked up at me, her eyes shining a bright red. "Y-you won't?" "Nope."The girl's name was Mary Kozakura.And she was like a puffball, ever so innocent.----------------------------------------------"___! There you are!" Mary looked down at me, smiling sweetly. She was holding a tray, with various yummy-looking food treats on there."I-I made these for you, actually..." She was blushing. Wow, she's actually blushing!"Thank you, Mary." I went to grab a small treat, when suddenly, Mary accidentally slipped on her own two feet, making the treats and tray fall and break in a quick, rumbling earthquake.We were quiet for a moment, Mary covered in sweets, me looking at her from the couch, gaping."I'm so sorry, ___! I didn't mean to do that!" Mary began to stand back up, but fell
glass in the throatthere's something about thathollow quiet in the nightthat bite of airbeneath the clouded moon:something like calm words,falling through the gapsbetween stained teethsomething like a dull thud,a stumbling fawnbruised by a wheel.something about thatclinging crowding darknesssomething likea sweet invitation:prey on us sinners,now,at the hour of our death.
All Hallows EveThey say that on this night the witches ride,that spirits walk and churchyards spew their dead. It isn’t true. It’s said the stench of hell infects the earthand healths of heated blood are downed. But Hamlet lied. The dead know nothing, the living less. There are only poets with blood-nibbed pens;souls hung between high heaven and deep hell.
I think of youAs suns set afar and mountains flameAnd eagles, turning, turn to fireAsh cold, alone I lieAnd think of you.
Visions of Snow FallingVisions of Snow Falling 10/22/01I recall, I rememberthis cold, bitter December.The world was frozen, so were you.Our kiss lasted momentsas the snow fell softly on yourshoulders, so burdened and heavy.Our embrace was endless andour feet never touched the ground.The crisp wind swirled all aroundas we floated over the ice ofmemories made... of memories forgotten.I recollect a warmth thatemanated from you? From me?Nothing melted that day as she walked away.I never saw her again as my pastcomes and goes, and this visionconsumes me every time it snows.
QuestionmarkHow do you ever begin to start by failing to recognize there was never anything there to begin with which brings to question this all-engulfing thing that we exist in.This is life.