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the clothier of the revolution
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[Nov. 15th, 2009|01:43 am] |
the sound echoes echoes all in slo-mo slo-mo metal scraping the hammer cracking back a warm breath a heart attack slow release like dissolution of belief and i feel the cold ring against the heat of my flesh i close my eyes and i think of my life and i miss you most of all
your cackle and your warm smile the emptiness when you've been gone for a while and i wonder if you'll miss me too or if you'll never forgive that i did this to you my departure is itself a crime but i won't be around to do the time i know this because if i fail and stick around someone else will hear the sound
as it echoes echoes time is all slo-mo slo-mo metal scraping the hammer cracking back a last breath a heart attack i hold it all in my lungs until i cannot feel my tongue only the strength of tears pushing back years turning all the light into black i close my eyes and i think of my life and i'm sorry that i dragged you along
your big heart and your warm smile the silence when you've been gone for a while and i wonder if you'll miss me too or if you'll never forgive that i did this to you my departure is itself a crime but i won't be around to do the time i know this because if i fail and stick around my scream will make an awful sound
there will be echoes echoes the lights go slo-mo slo-mo metal scraping the hammer cracking back a sudden breath a heart attack i tried to hold in my pain tried for such a long while now it has left a stain and i can't even smile (bout that) i close my eyes and i think of my life and i wonder what it was worth at all |
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[Oct. 26th, 2009|02:37 am] |
late night sense of failure comes calls to me like drums and i answer in tears
i answer in tears
oh the late night when the house is dark quiet envelops me slowly the turn-down the rightside-up frown making me feel so lowly
oh well i've been here before so you think i'd be somehow immune oh well you've heard this before it's such a familiar tune
late night sense of failure comes i twiddles its thumbs the passage of years
the passage of years
oh late night when the house is dark loneliness creeps up slowly the bedtime the alarm bell chime numbs me to the feeling, if only
my friends say you're doing fine you follow your own time but i feel like my time is running out my wife says you'll make it, don't worry why in a hurry my defeat is hastened by doubt my mother says i'm so proud of you everything you do but i wonder what i've done my children say i love you, papa now why can't that be enough
i don't know i don't know
empty like the drained glass i sometimes dream is before me something chemical to silence the voices or somehow get them to ignore me
but nothing here nothing real for me just a pathetic grab at truth but nothing here nothing real for me my dreams, they fade like youth
and i don't have it in me to fight maybe my self-doubt is right i shouldn't stay up at night
late night sense of failure comes calls to me like drums and i answer in tears
i answer in tears
oh well i've been here before so you think i'd be somehow immune oh well you've heard this before it's such a familiar tune |
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| Just a Matter of Time |
[Oct. 1st, 2009|04:55 pm] |
Be well, be safe I just uploaded the final interior and cover for Little Fears Nightmare Edition to the printer.
I should have a proof soon. |
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| 13 DOORS - Door #10 and Door #11 |
[Sep. 30th, 2009|11:22 am] |
(Creeak. Creeeeeeeeeak.) Wait, two of them? I've been negligent. The craziness of finalizing the book has occupied my every available second. Here's the news:
Door #10: Show Me Something went up last week. It's a text preview of the introduction chapter.
Door #11: Hiding Under the Covers went up this morning. It has a link to a 7pp PDF preview of Chapter Two: To Be Young Again.
There are less than two weeks to get your pre-orders in! Save money and get a FREE copy of the upcoming PDF supplement Campfire Tales #1.
Pre-orders end October 12th, so order today! The book (or download code) will ship October 19th.
If you're attending Madison Games Day 2: Trick or Treat, I should have copies available there and will be running demos at the event. |
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| Psst. |
[Sep. 16th, 2009|04:35 pm] |
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[Sep. 14th, 2009|02:50 am] |
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There comes a point when you realize, "I'm not the only one growing old." And it's a terrifying thought because every day, one by one, the people and places and things you love will fall away from you. And you'll be alone, all alone. The you you were ten years ago you can hardly recall. You think you know him but you don't. Wouldn't even catch your eye passing on the street. Because he's gone, just like you are now to the you you'll be ten years from now. Strangers passing, nary a word. Nary a thought to the other's concerns. Each other's world unknown to you, forgotten or not yet lived. |
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| Very Excited |
[Sep. 8th, 2009|11:48 pm] |
Oh yeah? You ask. Why? Because I'm revealing the cover to Little Fears Nightmare Edition tomorrow.
And it's cool.
And I love it.
And I hope you all do too. |
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[Sep. 1st, 2009|11:50 am] |
wherever we go that is what you said wherever we go home is where i hang my head
the delight in your eyes complements my surprise
this is all happening so fast they said they said they said it will never last oh this is a-ooh-ll going so fast ain't no way ain't no way we'll last
they say
wherever we go so far from here wherever we go i'll go with you dear wherever we are near or far moon or star mundane or bizarre
this is all happening so fast they said they said they said it will never last oh this is a-ooh-ll going so fast this way's the future other way's the past
and now is when you decide to drop the bomb tell me things you maybe should told me before now i'm angry, angry, ANGRY and I want to kick you out the door did you think it'd be okay did you think it'd be alright did you think you could tell me that and not somehow start a fight did you think i'd forgive you right there on the spot well hate to burst your bubble, dear but a saint i am not
wherever we go-oo (they said it'd never last) wherever we go-oo (they said it'd never last) wherever we go-oo (they said it'd never last)
this is all happening so fast they said they said they said it will never last oh this is a-ooh-ll not gonna be alright well baby baby baby it seems we proved 'em right
wherever we go that is what we said wherever we go and now i hang my head |
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[Aug. 10th, 2009|01:08 am] |
"I'm tellin ya, man, the only way to be free--truly free--is to let it all go. All of it."
"All of it?"
"All of it."
"Explain that to me."
"Fear, man. It's fear that binds us. Ties our hands-type bind not unify bind. It's fear that keeps us down."
"Ties our hands."
"Ties our hands. Exactly. And only by letting go of that fear can you be free."
"Oh, hey, like how fear and free are kinda the same word but with--"
"But move the r from the back to the front--"
"Well, next to front--"
"Exactly. Fear and free are cousins."
"I guess that's why they look alike."
"Take for instance--well, what's your greatest fear?"
"Mine? Shit, I dunno. Um...guns."
"Guns?"
"Yeah. Guns. I'm afraid of getting shot."
"Too generic. You, man, you. What are YOU afraid of?"
"Does people seeing me naked count?"
"Absolutely."
"Okay. Okay, then people seeing me naked. People seeing me naked is my greatest fear."
"Like people you don't know?"
"Yeah, well, some people I know too. Like I don't want my aunt seeing me naked either."
"No problem."
"Or my pastor."
"The solution is easy. Take a naked picture of yourself--"
"Or my sister. Oh my god not my--"
"Take a naked photo of yourself and put it on the internet."
"What? Like on Facebook?"
"You don't have to, no. No, nothing drastic. Doesn't have to be on a personal site. You don't have to link to it or even mention it to anyone. Just take a picture, put it online."
"Should I get paid for that?"
"Heh. No, but seriously. Start up a fake Flickr account or something. Pick a fake name, something nobody knows you by. Upload the picture, name it something odd or obscure or just leave it the name that your camera gives it."
"Oh, like IMG_008134557, blah blah?"
"Exactly."
"And that will make me free?"
"That will release the fear."
"And THAT will set me free."
"That will set you free."
"Wow."
"Pretty simple, huh?"
"Yeah, pretty simple. I think you might be onto something there."
"Like 'The Secret' or something."
"Yeah."
"That could be cool."
"Yeah."
"..."
"Have you told your mom about this?"
"No, why?"
"Then you might wanna find out why she's got so many pict--"
"You finish that sentence, I'll kill you."
"Fair enough." |
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