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[02 May 2008|01:04am] |
Sometimes you just turn up when I least expect you. I'll be there, happily dozing in dreams of her, and there you'll be, at the foot of my bed, a beautiful ghost. Delicately, you'll lay a hand upon my foot, tickling me and making me giggle and shiver. I'll wake up with icecubes on my spine, looking upon you, your eyes pierce me so hard I can barely breathe. Why are you here? What does it mean?
In resonance of static, and sparkles of fireflies in my heart, you curl up and fall asleep, shifting and bumping upon my heart, my chest, it's like you were always there. Like you were made of my skin, my bones, and my breath. You're an interloper, but I, despite my good senses, allow you in, every night. Never in sorrow, but in joy. I am like a young boy in your garden, hiding in hedges, sitting at the edge of the pond, dancing in my reflection as I drop a stone in and watch my eyes spin and tangle with the water. I cannot leave.
Groundless in reality are my desirings. I should not have the right to feeling passions such as these. It is a letter i'll never kiss closd, and send, and the dove will never fly. But I like writing it. I like softly letting my fingertips lay dust trails upon your frame from afar. It is with the comfort of emotional stability and distance, that I play upon these thoughts with the innocence of a child, that I work pliantly, images of ballrooms, of this chance meeting, of a sparkle in a glass and a glint in your eyes. That I imagine your hand warm in mine, your red lips and dancing gaze rest with sustained purity upon me. It's the romantic in me. And it is my most potent force.
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[02 May 2008|01:20am] |
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I like being just close enough to listen to your hairs standing up. Close enough to feel the night escape your lips, a moistened sigh, a dew hanging on your skin. I'm close enough to catch the last embers of your fire, and to douse them with my rainfall. Safe from the chaos outside, you and I are like perfectly tesselating roots, twisting and delicate, earthy and satiated. Desires quicken, I dance like a dear through a forest, fresh from the hunter's muzzle, seeking twilight, seeking shelter. You provide it, your arms surround me like trees, I weep like willow, happy for your touch, you succumb to me, and within your loving eyes an acorn takes growth.
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[02 May 2008|01:23am] |
Imagination, the power of words. I often in the past have thickened into a slurry, a malaise, a magma of defeated vowels, messy consonants. I often try to hard. Now i'm letting go, i'm relenting to my instincts. There, I wrote two things. They're not necessarily inspired by people, but at the same time, are.
I don't really know. All I know are two things, one, I still believe in love, and two, I still get horny. I think that's what I know.
Well, goodnight. If you're the last one out of the diary turn the light out. I'm going to lie and dream of fun times and shimmering eyes.
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[02 May 2008|03:59pm] |
Aliens: Colonial Marines is the most exciting game I have ever seen. Not only is it Aliens, it's Aliens with Aliens marines in it. And it looks exactly, perfectly like the real thing. It's like looking directly into the film. Really. I can't wait.
The only thing is, I know from experience that playing an Aliens game is the most terrifying experience of all time. I have a demo of Aliens V Predator 2 that i've been playing on and off for three years, and in the Marines bit, I haven't got past a certain point, because it's far too scary. What usually happens is this:
Some man tells me to go somewhere. I go there, and some Aliens attack me. All well and good, i'm in the open. It's alright. They're in familiar territory. Easy. No problem at all.
Then things get a little bit nasty. There's no save feature in this demo, and at some point I reach a tunnely, made of that well frightening biomatter that the aliens make to cover walls and trap humans. It's dark in there, and there's a facehugger in there too. He has got me before, and I nearly died. Literally, I nearly had a heart attack.
So, I haven't been back since. Will i really be able to play this one? I'm a wuss.
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