A quake shakes the earth.. it trembles at what horror may arise from its long forgotten depths that man has not yet explored. Some archaic evil dwells in those depths.. beyond where the sun would not dare to delve into. Some scar rips and trembles across the sea as a inhuman structure slowly spawns up from the depths. The sky rumbles in anger at such a building would come into its domain. Lighting arcs from cloud to cloud... thunder booming in a echoing drum like fashion as the doors of R'lyeh slowly sprawl open to release a monster into the world. A pungent stench rolls into the air with eons of decay and staleness push into the sky. The air
What are these phantasms that haunt my nightmares? Writhing, dexterous, tentacles belonging to archaic a abomination dwelling in the cities since lost in the past epochs forgotten by man kind. Thumping heart, churning fear, cold sweats break off from the frosty phantasmal arctic winds freezing my very limbs.. Those frightful in-human structures burst into existence from the fragmented and demented mind, they seep with ooze.. that green ooze. As I awake with terror in my eyes, my hands race over my face to wipe the sweat from my brow of that horrific dream of archaic terrors.. finding the sanctity of my room. Mind racing to think if such thing
I wonder the reason for all the things.. that make me undone. For all the blunder and deep coarse thunder. Small thick whip-it thoughts leaving a seam of red, blue, and yellow. Trickling down those thin brown leafy vines, you failed me my willow, you were that pillow. A soft but now rough dead, cracked, and bruised. My base now eroded and falling into place, my lowly place. Your leather wisps of fleeting pain. I wonder what will become of me, this mask of glass, a class of lies and mirrors..
My seams now ripping, they seem to be tearing oh won't they stop.. My dreams caring but they don't seem to be daring to me or you.. Streamline, to be fine my willow now gone and cracked it sits neglected. Stress, pressing its oppressive shadows, looming near and dear to my wooden heart, snapping, breaking those lovely limbs, my lovely whims.. now crushed now dust beneath them all..
No longer sleep, don't keep the things I should. No longer eat, no feats to complete what should I be? Nothing should be me, a chained thought only to be brought before its knees. Holding a frown always down.. no willow, no pillow, no dreams, no passion or compassion. Born to be free only to be deemed worthless, self thought, self rot, what am I?..
Always a frown.. always down.. why won't you swing your low mopey branches down to me? I won't drape myself in them I promise.. Why won't you lend me some vine? Can't you see i'll need it to swing my dreams from my seams? Lend me some bark, to hide these most unbecoming scars and sprees.. Willow so high.. just don't die, I need you to be mine.
Crack that whip, crack my mind. Depression seeping, oozing at every wrinkle in my mind... licking at the walls that once held it. Dark seeping tendrils reaping havoc in my mind, kill them, end them. Drooping thoughts of rope in places it should not be..
Today.. is the day that I dare to up date this old thingie! Also needing some advice on a up and coming project for Astrobiology I can't decide if I want to do a Pulsar, or a Black Hole.. I dunno or the formation of a nebula either one I just can decide! HALP MEH!
YAY!! I do believe I am finding myself obsessed with H.P. and his lore.. no idea if that's good or bad. Or maybe I am going completely insane.. I dunno! Been reading and delving into things I should more then likely not be going into. I don't know if I should be worried or not.. But I have been up to really nothing except be lazy, and be 18 and all that fun stuff. Also been playing Deadspace 3 lately and been screaming like a little girl during the game play. But its extremely fun! Haven't posted anything new because.. my brain hasn't been with it lately its all like Brain: MAH NAME IS BRIAN I AMMA GUNNA KEEL YEW!!. And then I am like Me :
:I So.. yeah update, better then a Christmas journal or something I guess. WHO FUPP READS THIS!? *flail* I know.. its the gosh darn son of a beach mouse in my pocket. Gosh darn I an sad. :I YUP! Sad little man who is outdated and needs a update patch of life.. wait what?! LIFE!!? What is that!? What is this life you speak of foul demon! NO! I wish to hide in my computer room and grow moss. :I Cause.. that's just just how rollolololol.. wat? No really.. I have no idea what to do but be a mister robo that repeats the same process over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and