turtle

7 colors.

every cloud has silver lightning.

It is easy to imagine that we had stirred to anger a god of old. For these were not the lazy grumblings that oft accompanied those flashes of light thrown across a sullen backdrop of gray. These were short actinic arcs that cut through any hope of surcease and brought with it an ear-throbbing thrust of sound. Such as one would expect to hear as an unbeliever is transubstantiated into a rapidly fading column of soot, or what one experiences as the hubris of man is met with the indomitable strength of a will eternal.

As I write this, the brunt of the storm seems to have passed, though the clouds yet seemingly pulse with a light of their own, for it takes much for such a potent ire to be slaked.

scratchpad: march 06, 2009

two-megabyte floozy.

Just noticed this day. This description looks to be quite old. How long has Hotmail been popping pills to keep up with Gmail's stature?

the oral decay of today's society.

As any other person who may have, at one point in time, used their primary e-mail address as a shopper, whose motto of "spend, spend, spend," is orthoganal to its inevitable consequence, would to gain access to the many goodies the Internet has to offer... though candy would be a more appropriate analogue (I'm an absolute riot, aren't I)-it looks good on the outside, tastes good on the inside, but you'll get toothrot, gum disease, lycanthropy... and the next thing you know, death by lethal injection when you try to address that yawning emptiness that has taken root deep within you. Sporting a crown and an enamel coat, wrought through with the oral decay that was the accumulation of degenerations, it begrudges you its role as gate guardian, door man, pawn. In this match, it is your own pieces that you must keep in check, elsewise they will trade their lily livery for crowns of gold, and they shall make themselves a metaphor disjoint from the rest of the body. Bribing them to filling the cavity at their heart seems to be the accepted course of action.

I started writing this at the end of September.

A listless failure. Or it would be without that series of adversities.