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He made his trek to the sea on a rainy night, beckoned by an alien presence yet strangely familiar..
I rose from the water as someone else..
'It wavers to and fro, like a ghost on video..'
On this night one soul flies as one takes seat behind a stranger's eyes.
Some go through great lengths to defy the laws of physics while dressing. However, gravity sometimes can be a cruel practical joker..
Powerful entities behaving badly fall suddenly.. Due to their arrogant attitude, they're often dead last to perceive the decrease in altitude.
For all the damned demanded, all they got was sand.
[Edited version - 11/30/08 -MPT]
Trapped Inside A Snowglobe (II)
The stasis of this status quo is at its end..
It's not much of a life trapped inside a cocoon of your own making.
From a strange, sound-only dream that I had. The ones you get as you're coming out of sleep. A voice said 'Don't Let Her Go.' Still no idea who the her is..
A tough decision threatens to send each hemisphere of your brain hurtling in a different direction. A divided house cannot stand.
Terrorists are trying to ravage this great country using children's play-things.
As technology progresses, it's inevitable that the newest technology will be incompatible with the oldest. Sorcerers and Hackers just don't make for nice playmates.
The footprints left by somebody on their final trek don't last very long. What's worse - once they're gone, they never get replenished by fresh tracks. =(
A dark hospital room, all the lights out. Somebody sits quietly in the corner, as another person slips in and out of consciousness.
Exploration Of Winter Scene / Trapped Inside A Snowglobe
how much of your true self is left under your skin? did your inner child call it quits when the walls began getting thick?
"Instead of the last judgement, what worries me is the final dream."
[The End Of The World / Joao Cabral de Melo Neto]
I just got a new pair of eyeglasses, and now this fog I'm lost in looks clearer than ever.
One of the songs from my old MP3.com site. Harder-edged electronica, with periods of ambience.
If hope is all that's left inside the box, perhaps that's the safest place to hide from the world. Although be warned - remember the fate of Schroedinger's Cat.
When city lights block out the heavens, sometimes we have to improvise to get our daily astronomy fix. Real-time keyboard processed through a computer.
Just as the city skyline is becoming our modern age constellations, the starfield will be our new skyline someday.
The more we hide behind our masks, the more our true face decomposes underneath.
