I think I'm writing a book.

Wafts of smoke drifted lazily around Mercy's bare feet, the yellowed grass puffing into nothing at the heat. The Archon cast his gaze about the wide, crumbling, courtyard, questing about for that familiar cold presence. Nothing moved save the damp breeze that spirited the smoke away and left a greasy feeling on Mercy's skin.

There was something unnatural about that wind, the Archon decided. Still warily scanning the ancient courtyard, he resigned himself to action. Words slipped from his lips like burning pitch, steaming as they grew in intensity. A thin red line was traced on the palm of his right hand, and a wavering golden light began to spill out, luminescence dripping like wax. Emerging from the widening gash was a jag, then a spike, then a long curved blade of shimmering bone, impossibly sharp. It shone wetly.

Something in the shadows at the north end of the court moved, a sinuous, pulsing motion.

There you are, thought Mercy, sword gripped loosely. The pools of golden blood mirrored his watching eyes. His silver wings rustled in the gathering wind, and the thing emerged.

I Blame Alice's Class

I blame Alice's class.

Slumped, pumping words
upon words
and even a few thoughts
onto reams
of dead plant matter.

Dumbfounded, with sleepglue in our eyes,
on those stained glass tinted 10 AM's,
maybe a few of those thoughts crept in.

Buried themselves in gray matter
that I'll one day use

to think my own thought.

Those summer days...

Yesterday: ?
Tonight: Making tea, taking Crack and watching Teeth.
Tomorrow: ?

http://knivtheturtle.muxtape.com/

Rusty Bearings

Changes

Moved in with JJ, Thomas, Adam, and Elliot in that giant house on Third and Oak. Loving every minute. Two giant stories, super cheap rent, close to things, and an unreasonable amount of music, art, and weaponry. That, and old houses are the bomb.

Need to get my bike fixed and my shirts from the house on Somber Way. Also could use a new job. Yeah, quit Subway. Had a pretty chill last day, actually. Booker brought pizza, we were kinda slow, and I wasn't working with any tards. Good stuff.

Some Things Never Change



"You named the shotgun Reason?"
-JJ, about 5 seconds ago

Safety Deposit

Quick update:

Got an appointment for my squid tattoo on Monday. (Plus have plans for two others in the works. One and I'm already a tattoo junkie.) Blew 40 bucks on art supplies for a graphic novel that Thomas and I are starting. Realized I'm probably going to end up majoring in art. Going to Scorched Nuts with Lewis and probably JJ come a week or so. About to watch Gangs of New York.

Busy bees, every one of us.

Fuel

Of speed, iron, and purple drank.

So, the Iron Man movie is pretty freaking awesome. I was the last person in my house to see it, but that's cool, cause I totally got in free. Thomas, go you for having friends who work at movie theaters. Also, props for beating Rita to the movie theater in your piece of shit station wagon.

Fail for losing on the way home.

Props though for making me laugh and spitting purple drank on Spenser.

Wait, what?

Yeah, you heard right. Spicy's in town.



What a pimp. You should go check out his new blog, Hot Mantra. Check it regularly, because there might or might not be sandwich art from yours truly.

Oh no you dinnint.

Sandwich art? Yeah, that's right, I'm a sandwich artist. Not only do I work in cardboard, but I work in Subway. And goddamn, do I make the sweetest sandwiches. Exhibit A: The Marzarie Special, AKA the Lovewich, AKA the Meatocalypse, AKA the Fat Kid's Wet Dream. If you get the foot long, it's only 12 dollars. If you're me, it's free.



Om nom nom nom.

Shameless Plug

So, remember forever ago when I made a deviantART account ad posted a million different art pieces? Neither do I. And it was only like six. But now it's fully updated and has a metric crapton of new pictures. Go check it out.