Gabriel's Fall

Everytime i read your previous post, i cant help but smile. I know i really shouldnt, but i just cant help myself.
I also must apologize for any inconvienience (if any) this very late reply might have caused you.
That said, as i stare at this slowly filling page, my IPod pumps 'Infected Mushroom - NeverEverLand' into my ear drums. We all need our coffee you see.



And then, he heard her soft, careful steps right behind him...

The landscape darkens, and soft blue light slowly begins to filter itself in the all around. He, with his armour in tatters looks around with an expression of disbelief and faint resignation. This has to stop happening!



They rush at him all at once, suddenly, and with weapons drawn, and he barely has time to draw his own blade and parry the spear thrust at him from the side. Close call. Another blade catches the gleaming sunlight and narrowly misses his arm. He leaps back and has barely a second to study the quarry as he starts twirling and rolling his wrist, and using his knees to propel himself in a dance of steel.



A thrust spear catches him on his side, and it splits his armour, going deep and penetrating the soft vulnerable flesh underneath. He loses his balance for a second... and thats all they need. That once second.

A thrust sword scores his shoulder, another his left arm and before he knows whats happening, he is pinned down, under the hacking blades.



No pain now, no pain... as it all begins to fade to black...



And the next time he opens his eyes, he's back. Back to where? He doesnt know yet.. But he'd better get started before the blue light begins to do its thing again...

And then, he heard her soft, careful steps right behind him...This has to stop happening...

Damn! He hated Wednesdays.



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Dsyfunctional lives

the inexorable increase
the barrel's in your mouth now
bring me the cigarettes my friend
i think i'm going to have another one
dysfunctional lives

sorrow has flowed into oblivion
oh i'll smile and wave
that shirt does look good on you, you see
but really i dont care
lets get it started, shall we

too far, that otherside
long back i gave it all up
the mind is the king
it hurts every morning now, but
in the evenings i feel nothing

so will you pull the trigger
or will you pull the trigger

the air conditioning rumbles to flickering tubelight
we haven't seen rain for so long
the lighter's run out of gas again
bring me the matches will you?

the man at the desk will barely look up
blotches on the screen
they scream louder than i ever could
there must be silence

Silence!

So, will you... ?
or will you... ?



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Chronicles of a struggling twenty something someone somewhere.

I must preface my post with a Cautionary Prelude. Although the walls of my room may be painted yellow.. they are a most Dull , unhappy, Uninspiring leprechaun yellow. WHAT? Leprechaun's arent yellow? Well if they ever got around to painting a room it would be the EXACT same shade as mine. How do i know all this? I just do. And as no leprechaun's were availabe for comment.. i deem myself the reigning authority on the subject.

SO.
This is my first post on this blog. And as first posts go, i shall try my best to tell you as little about myself as possible. Lest you run away to never return. Seriously. Sometimes i scare myself.

I have read your previous post very carefully and given your question adequate thought.. And i must confess.. there is no single answer to your question. There are far too many 'kinks' in this torrid place i call my mind. Anyhow, i have oodles of unanswered questions to deal with. Better you get used to it now.

As of now, i am an 'On Location Producer' for a Fashion Show. Sounds cool eh? Well it basically means that while all my fellow fellows get to go and meet all the HOT MODELS and GAY DESIGNERS.. i get to sit in a HOT SEALED VAN with other SWEATY GREASY MEN.
So if you happen to chance upon any fashion shows on the telly, you could be watching MY work..
Seriously.
Try to avoid fashion shows in general for a bit.

*sigh*