LedKitty

Maybe if y'all do that clappy thing or chant "tink tink tink" like when they're trying to with Tinkerbell back to life it would help??

Damn you blank pieces of paper! I have a new empty sketchbook taunting me too... :*(

Lady GaGa is the lovechild or Marilyn Manson AND Cher ^_~

Seriously. Stylewise, soundwise... performancewise... it all makes sense.

Sure she may not be a musical genius, but her music is catchy and fun to dance to. So

She's also got the guts to rebuild herself in her own image and be who she wants to be. No fear!

I seriously don't understand all the haters. To quote the old saying: "If you don't like me, you can turn me off". People spend so much time bitching about shit. Just find what you like, listen to it, have fun.

Bravo Lady GaGa!

*flamesuit on*

Mwuahahaha

Kitty ;D

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven form Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here...




*nods to monsieurs Waters and Gilmour

Ok. Power's back on.

I can hear the spooling up of the ship's engines, whirring up to operational speed and to that pitch where it blends into the background where you don't take note of it and just take it for granted that all is operating as it should.

It's warmer now. Still can't see anything inside my head. Everything is soft and blurry and pink. It's like womb-vision or something. Feel a teensy bit more like myself, so we're ok for now.

I know and feel that the great ones still stirr below, but it doesn't frighten me or crush me anymore. All or almost all is as it should be. Through good deeds and bad we strengthen and solidify our gods and demons. But more than good or evil, there is one energy in endless, surging abundance. And that is beautiful horrible gibbering laughing giant pointy toothed madness in all the colours of the rainbow and more. Cold, heat, terror, joy. Staring into the vortex of infinite power and possibility. This much I can see. THEY'RE AWAKE and it doesn't just make me scared. It makes me every emotion at once, seeing all of time as one single, eternal moment. Every point in space as one point, spread out subconsciously by the simple collective imagination to help them make sense of it.

I see it all as ONE. And I know it is TRUTH. I feel it coursing through me. The power. All warning lights and sirens glowing and blaring like it's the end of the world. But I know it isn't. There is no such thing and I embrace the ONE. Dreams, light, dark, perception as fragile and beautiful as shapes in smoke.

I SAW A FOX tonight. An honest to goodness living, breathing fox. I was walking through the back alley on my way home. I live in the city by the way. It was snowing, like fairy tale snow. Big white flakes against black sky, and there it was. It was walking towards me, at first I thought it was a cat, a big cat. But as it approached I saw that it was indeed a fox. I know foxes. A healthy, non-rabid fox, golden fur with dark limbs. It slowed as we neared it each other and it looked at me before passing beside me, no further than 3 feet away before looking back at me and scampering away into the night. It made me smile. If something like this can happen, it shows me that I'm on the right path, again reaffirms my KNOWLEDGE that fantastical can and does exist in a world of mundanes and their mugglish world is indeed the wool they have pulled over their own eyes...

A good omen indeed.

Darkness.

Most of the time I know exactly who I am and what I look like even if the world is stupid and blind and doesn't see shit.

Other times it's like someone's pulled the cable from the wall and blackness and silence hit like right after the flash and boom of lightning and thunder. Ringing in my ears from the sound and now lack of it. The silence is thick. Only the thumping of my heart. Ominous for whatever sounds it might/could be blocking out. Scraping? Scratching? Moans of pain and fear... No. There's nothing there. Not sure if that's worse.

The mirrors of my mind's eye like black, oily glass. I must find my reflection again... Where's my bloody reflection? My avatar isn't loading. No, not that one. The real one.

Cold... sinking... deep into darkness. Can't see but I know tentacles the size of redwoods roil and move in the crushing black depths. Great, impossibly ancient things suck heat and sanity alike. I want to laugh or cry or scream, just so I can hear something, hear it echo off... anything... I feel it all coalescing like ice on my chest and I know it can see me. I know it knows I'm there. It's taking everything, swallowing it whole and getting stronger. Its eyes are open.

I can't seem to draw anymore. It's been years. Those bits of my brain are missing somehow. Vision seems to be going too. I can't see as well close up as I used to. At first it was just the myopia. Physical pain hasn't registered for ages. Senses failing as I fall into the blackhole of my own mind.

There should be light here. Who turned off the lights? I could see just a moment ago... I can't see me...