That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane - Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world serves its own needs, regardless of your own needs. Feed it up a knock, speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height, down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population, common group, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.
It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning, blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle, light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh, this means no fear - cavalier. Renegade and steer clear! A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline.
The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mount St. Edelite. Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic, slam, but neck, right? Right.
It's been days since I've smelt it. Done it. I'm confined in this metal cage with ignorance, disgust and incompetence. My hands tremble with anger and the slow forming hate towards my cousins. The rage comes in waves, I should be able to over come this. Not just the feelings, but this giant construct that I am trapped it. I need to feed my lust. I can't stop thinking about it, every moment is consumed with this feeling. I need to. But I can't do it here, not yet, not to those undeserving. How do I quench my thirst? I must, so this doesn't consume me. Blood. It's all I think about.
If I could take care of one Amberite without any consequence would be Virgil. It's not that he is an enigma, but it's because he thinks he knows best and wants to shake the very foundation that our realities are built on. He has uncontrollable and unattainable goals will cause everyone in the family nothing but pain and agony, which it already has. Virgil, needs to go.
Out beyond the forest lies, Something that my heart desires, I do not know where it leads, There is no certainty, Of what, May come. This journey leads me far away, From what my responsibility needs, Perhaps it may, Answer what I truly need.
I feel like I have been a bit preoccupied as of late. There seems to be a lot going on around Amber and her golden circles and I don't know how I feel about it.
Ever since Renee's falling out the entire family seems like it is walking on eggshells. It's weird to think that just a few short years ago that things were going so smoothly and sure there were family members that didn't always get along; but... the family being divided like this is going to look as if we are weakened. There has got to be a way to unite us.
For the most part the Feast of the Unicorn went off without a hitch and thankfully there was no bloodshed though you could cut the tension with a knife. I couldn't' stand how people were making low jabs at one another, but alas i guess that's what happens with family.. I wonder if any of my cousins wondered who their mothers or fathers were.... Perhaps they know, perhaps not... Oh...mother I have never seen her so drunk, I am worried about her, I wonder if things are weighing heavily on her too...
I didn't want to spend too much time at the feast, I have things to take care of in Arden.
Sun Apr 21, 2013 4:31 pm
