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Dec. 30th, 2002
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Dec. 30th, 2002 01:17 ami need a canvas. what do you do when you need to stretch out your soul to dry and you have no clothesline?
there's an awful pain in the lower back part of my right lung. like any wounded animal, i supposed it will just heal itself. bleggh.
when i was a child, i used to play out epic scenes of catharsis with my Micronauts. the line between good and evil was always blurry, everyone had their own agendas, and neither side ultimately won, ever. the "bad" guys were always killed off by the "good" guys, but it always took a supreme act of self-sacrifice to do it, usually culminating in a sweeping death scene involving whole armies, populations, even galaxies. the final scene was usually the same: hero proclaims last words, dies; camera backs out and slowly zooms out to reveal a barren wasteland, covered in the bodies of those killed in the futile battle for livingkind's destiny... usually the peak of a hill, with smoke wisps from spent artillery partially clouding the environment... red sky and ice-covered mountains in the background... as the camera zooms slowly out the only sound is that of the wind... fade to black... silence. finis.
no undertakers, no funerals.
there's an awful pain in the lower back part of my right lung. like any wounded animal, i supposed it will just heal itself. bleggh.
when i was a child, i used to play out epic scenes of catharsis with my Micronauts. the line between good and evil was always blurry, everyone had their own agendas, and neither side ultimately won, ever. the "bad" guys were always killed off by the "good" guys, but it always took a supreme act of self-sacrifice to do it, usually culminating in a sweeping death scene involving whole armies, populations, even galaxies. the final scene was usually the same: hero proclaims last words, dies; camera backs out and slowly zooms out to reveal a barren wasteland, covered in the bodies of those killed in the futile battle for livingkind's destiny... usually the peak of a hill, with smoke wisps from spent artillery partially clouding the environment... red sky and ice-covered mountains in the background... as the camera zooms slowly out the only sound is that of the wind... fade to black... silence. finis.
no undertakers, no funerals.