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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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| (no subject) |
[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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| (no subject) |
[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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| (no subject) |
[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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