We'll fly to the moon on raven's wings, you and I, and I'll bathe in the moonlight while you circle the stars.
If you believe, would you sail, on a non-existent wind, to a cresting wave, to be with me, in an ocean of serpents, and poison would be our daily love?
Would we burn the sky, and water our roses, and I'll be yours and you'll be theirs, with gold as our supper and song as our guest?
Where the wars of vanilla paint my skin black, and sunrise will be my thirst for sand.
Time will hold for you, and I'll trap it in a bottle, and we'll call it, you and I, for three wishes of our own desire. Would you wish for me, if we called - wo
You sit on a chair, arms bound behind you. For your own safety, they say. You can see her eyes staring sadly at me – did I know her, once? What of the man, and the girl standing beside her? Their eyes glisten strangely, you see a tear sliding down the young girl's cheeks. You feel odd, removed, distant, numb – and yet struggle to remain vaguely aware, hoping, for some reason, that it would make them feel better.
Why do you even care?
Your attention snaps back to the woman sitting in front of you. You don't like this woman, she sits like she's got something uncomfortable and sharp up her behind and that a stray hair just might kill her. God
From Alpha Centauri with Love by TheHungerArtist, literature
Literature
From Alpha Centauri with Love
I'd like to write you a message
in hundred-foot high flaming letters.
It would tell you
you no longer needed glasses.
A passing spacecraft might mistake
my words for a signal
that the earth was running out of air
and, though we are very sorry,
there is no safe place for them to land.
If the words were bright enough
they may carry to the edges of the nearest
star, and there split in two.
Observers on Alpha Centauri
interpret it as a dialogue
on the subtle machinations of string theory.
In translation it becomes a bestseller
on Dagobah 7, and is summarily
taken out of print.
When atmospheric lensing distorts my message
you ma
Current Residence: . By the ocean . Favourite genre of music: glam rock baby. MP3 player of choice: . Vintage iPod . Shell of choice: . sea shells . Favourite cartoon character: . the cheshire cat . Personal Quote: *!@*$%*!
Favourite Visual Artist
gimme a break
Favourite Movies
. Sin City + Swordfish + Cruel Intentions + Pulp Fiction .
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
. Oasis + David Bowie + Bob Marley + Jimi Hendrix
Favourite Writers
ts elliot
Favourite Games
. strip poker .
Other Interests
. music + surfing + Arts + the beach + late mornings .
Woah. Finally passed that all-important 1000 view mark today. I am now officially passed the first stage of newbie status, right? :evillaugh:
Anyways, holidays are up close and personal here in Australia. I must find something to waste my time with.
Updating a bit of my writing now, not sure about it, but I figured, hey, the worst (and most likely) thing that'll happen is that they'll be ignored, right?
Well, for me anyways, I'm weird like that, preferring open criticism to being ignored.
If it weren't for my utmost contempt for people who jump on the bandwagon, I might post a controversial piece just for the attention.
As it is, I migh
Well, the subject says it all - I have been pretty darn whizzbang with all the new deviations I've been uploading.
:blowkiss: .
Yeah, well, my new ID isn't showing up fully on my computer, so just in case, the quote is:
QUOTE:
When I was young ART was
regarded as something more
like SEX or spiritous liquors.
END QUOTE .
And across the bottom, it says,
... or at least a PHOTOGRAPHER.
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Hm.
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Yup, that's it.
Logged onto DA and what do I get?
"You have been chosen to do a free one week trial of a DeviantArt subscription, no strings attached." Was the gist of it.
I must say, its fun, like a masquerade. I get to be pretend that I have enough money to spare to buy a subscription and parade around enjoying the lavishments heaped upon the paying masses by the DA system.
Okay, so I'm exaggerating for effect. Do you blame me?
Really, I'm just writing this journal for myself, since I believe that really, for people like me, journals are fairly redundant.
Been experimenting with photography lately, I hope to someday become good enough to capture the