I've been in the mood for signs and portents, and I've been disappointed that Revelations can't seem to sucessfully divide their story into hour segments (it really should have been a mini-series.) So I've turned to mother music, and as we all know, there is wonderment and phrophesy to be discovered in the words of
Sick and twisted, yes, but catchy...
And I saw an angel come down unto me
In her hand she holds the very key
Words of compassion, words of peace
And in the distance an army's marching feet
But behold, we will watch them fall
And we lay down on the sand of the sea
And before us animosity will stand and decree
That we speak not of love only blasphemy
And in the distance, 6 others will curse me
But that's alright,
4 I will watch them fall
All 7 and we'll watch them fall
They stand in the way of love
And we will smoke them all
With an intellect and a savoir-faire
No one in the whole universe
Will ever compare
I am yours now and u are mine
And together we'll love through
All space and time, so don't cry
One day all 7 will die
And we will see a plague and a river of blood
And every evil soul will surely die in spite of
Their 7 tears, but do not fear
4 in the distance, 12 souls from now
U and me will still be here - we will still be here
There will be a new city with streets of gold
The young so educated they never grow old
And there will be no death 4 with every breath
The voice of many colors sings a song
That's so bold
Sing it while we watch them fall
All 7 and we'll watch them fall
They stand in the way of love
And we will smoke them all
With an intellect and a savoir-faire
No one in the whole universe
Will ever compare
I am yours now and u are mine
And together we'll love through
All space and time, so don't cry
One day all 7 will die
Okay, so perhaps quoting Prince lyrics is an all time low for my writing. But you have to understand, I have entered the Long Dark Teatime of the Soul (no relation to the book by the same title). I have reached that stage of disenlightenment where I have absolutely nothing to say and a ferocious desire to say alot of it, to shout out my nothingness to the world. My world has condensed to 3 stages: work, tv, sleep. Then repeat, with occasional food breaks. Nothing else. So weirdness and insanity is bound to creep in. And it's not like I ever colored within the lines in the first place...
Sick and twisted, yes, but catchy...
And I saw an angel come down unto me
In her hand she holds the very key
Words of compassion, words of peace
And in the distance an army's marching feet
But behold, we will watch them fall
And we lay down on the sand of the sea
And before us animosity will stand and decree
That we speak not of love only blasphemy
And in the distance, 6 others will curse me
But that's alright,
4 I will watch them fall
All 7 and we'll watch them fall
They stand in the way of love
And we will smoke them all
With an intellect and a savoir-faire
No one in the whole universe
Will ever compare
I am yours now and u are mine
And together we'll love through
All space and time, so don't cry
One day all 7 will die
And we will see a plague and a river of blood
And every evil soul will surely die in spite of
Their 7 tears, but do not fear
4 in the distance, 12 souls from now
U and me will still be here - we will still be here
There will be a new city with streets of gold
The young so educated they never grow old
And there will be no death 4 with every breath
The voice of many colors sings a song
That's so bold
Sing it while we watch them fall
All 7 and we'll watch them fall
They stand in the way of love
And we will smoke them all
With an intellect and a savoir-faire
No one in the whole universe
Will ever compare
I am yours now and u are mine
And together we'll love through
All space and time, so don't cry
One day all 7 will die
Okay, so perhaps quoting Prince lyrics is an all time low for my writing. But you have to understand, I have entered the Long Dark Teatime of the Soul (no relation to the book by the same title). I have reached that stage of disenlightenment where I have absolutely nothing to say and a ferocious desire to say alot of it, to shout out my nothingness to the world. My world has condensed to 3 stages: work, tv, sleep. Then repeat, with occasional food breaks. Nothing else. So weirdness and insanity is bound to creep in. And it's not like I ever colored within the lines in the first place...
possibly all three at once, but you'll have to pace yourself.
pacing is very important in this line of work.
then,
come back to the page(or notebook or what have you) clear-headed and ready to do some damage.