awww, don't bitch about me boing gone. love me for who i am. i am pretty much going to be going on here a lot less, but i really love all of you. and AIM me at Miss Strife is you miss me. i want to be ARROWED by you. woah. that's a little ribald.
bam- more jucy tidbits:
They were about two blocks away from the theater when Jonah suddenly felt as though he was covered in some dark, foreign liquid. He had been watching the cars pass and looking at the shapes and colors of the oil running down into the gutters next to the sidewalk when he felt it. He stopped and pretended to retie his shoe. There had been no one around him besides Lenora, and, as he looked at his arms, he realized that no one had thrown anything onto him. He shook the rain off of his sleeves, but the thick feeling remained. Lenora said something to him, but he didnt really hear it. He nodded at her and tried to get rid of the feeling that something had started.
He made himself continue walking. Lenora had sensed a shift in Jonahs mood and she stopped talking. She went over anything she might have said in the past five minutes that might have set him off, but she could think of nothing. The mood rushed over Jonah like a sleeper wave and Lenora dropped his hand and let it find his coat pocket.
There was a moment and then Jonah understood that the city was alive. It came up around him, dragging itself over his shoes and entering though the eyelets, winding around his fraying laces. It moved through the loose weave of his socks and entered his body though the opening of a blister he had picked at. Jonah grew alarmed, but was quickly calmed by the cool fever of the city moving inside of him, hanging itself over his smooth inner surfaces like a million silver mirrors. He laughed because across the city he could suddenly see a demolition team preparing to tear down an old building in a forgotten district. They didnt know what he was beginning to know as the city raised him through the lower ranks of being. They couldnt know these things and so Jonah looked into their cement colored eyes and swore to remember them. Lenora was far away; so was Lily Red and the skinless man and the coffee shop and its haunt. He was far from those things, but he also held them close, because they were all a part of what was blooming inside of him; every facet and cog of the city gave substance to his dreaming. The city pushed its blood into Jonah. It was dark and soft and every structure in his body cried out for it. When he was filled, he turned his head in an entirely new direction and peered down into the citys great vein, his swollen eyes growing wide as they caught pieces of the strange old times that had played themselves out long before Jonahs simple birth. His mouth was filled with the rich mineral blood and he smelled lilac. He saw everything though the eyes of a beast, which is half-rotted and wants to die, and he felt the endless mother-lurk inside of the thing, a mess of flesh and bones and clockwork.
The city took Jonahs hands and led him to the outer ring, where is was mythed that fire grew up out of the ground like trees and Jonah looked and did not understand. Then the city suddenly ended it in one sweet rush of blood and breath, leaving Jonah standing alone in some dark, empty field, while the stars fell into his hands like petals.
h.s.
bam- more jucy tidbits:
They were about two blocks away from the theater when Jonah suddenly felt as though he was covered in some dark, foreign liquid. He had been watching the cars pass and looking at the shapes and colors of the oil running down into the gutters next to the sidewalk when he felt it. He stopped and pretended to retie his shoe. There had been no one around him besides Lenora, and, as he looked at his arms, he realized that no one had thrown anything onto him. He shook the rain off of his sleeves, but the thick feeling remained. Lenora said something to him, but he didnt really hear it. He nodded at her and tried to get rid of the feeling that something had started.
He made himself continue walking. Lenora had sensed a shift in Jonahs mood and she stopped talking. She went over anything she might have said in the past five minutes that might have set him off, but she could think of nothing. The mood rushed over Jonah like a sleeper wave and Lenora dropped his hand and let it find his coat pocket.
There was a moment and then Jonah understood that the city was alive. It came up around him, dragging itself over his shoes and entering though the eyelets, winding around his fraying laces. It moved through the loose weave of his socks and entered his body though the opening of a blister he had picked at. Jonah grew alarmed, but was quickly calmed by the cool fever of the city moving inside of him, hanging itself over his smooth inner surfaces like a million silver mirrors. He laughed because across the city he could suddenly see a demolition team preparing to tear down an old building in a forgotten district. They didnt know what he was beginning to know as the city raised him through the lower ranks of being. They couldnt know these things and so Jonah looked into their cement colored eyes and swore to remember them. Lenora was far away; so was Lily Red and the skinless man and the coffee shop and its haunt. He was far from those things, but he also held them close, because they were all a part of what was blooming inside of him; every facet and cog of the city gave substance to his dreaming. The city pushed its blood into Jonah. It was dark and soft and every structure in his body cried out for it. When he was filled, he turned his head in an entirely new direction and peered down into the citys great vein, his swollen eyes growing wide as they caught pieces of the strange old times that had played themselves out long before Jonahs simple birth. His mouth was filled with the rich mineral blood and he smelled lilac. He saw everything though the eyes of a beast, which is half-rotted and wants to die, and he felt the endless mother-lurk inside of the thing, a mess of flesh and bones and clockwork.
The city took Jonahs hands and led him to the outer ring, where is was mythed that fire grew up out of the ground like trees and Jonah looked and did not understand. Then the city suddenly ended it in one sweet rush of blood and breath, leaving Jonah standing alone in some dark, empty field, while the stars fell into his hands like petals.
h.s.
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eyesofatragedy:
Jenica.. is that you..?
nonchalance:
"Biatch Biatch Biatch"
