For the last 24 hours I've had this weird craving to hear WT's last album. Echoes of the primal scream, pain less adorned than others. And I didn't even like it in particular until now. But that voice in the void...
Maybe I'm terribly delayed, but hey, does this album interlink with the da vinci code somehow?
Sylvester night of mine was pretty hrmph, and would be even hrmphier if not for Ido, who kindly agreed to spend it with me. Not that we've done something amazingly exciting, but what we did was good excersize, we got to see the mighty king of Ashur, it was funny enough, and anyway, life can't be too bad when i get to see Ido twice on the same week. I love that effect he has on me, almost everywhere. The effect of home, something that i don't feel a lot. And pizza was nice, too. And VH1's absolutely gay videos.
The show is going through many twists but right now it's somewhat ok. Altough being bored means i'm on the right way, i can amuse myself at times. When i'll get sick of the game - well, i know that for the very least i will come to him and talk. And he'll listen, because by then i'll have less than nothing to lose.
I sometimes wish she was here with me. That wish, however, fades fast, because i know less than zero about the case, no matter how alluring it may look in moments of distress. I sence cruelty entwined in a great mind, it's always like that, but who cares, i adore what i see.
What am i playing at? Truth nas no language, and according to Lou, there's no truth in any case, not something we can accept.
Lou is the voice of strange hours, early in the morning or late at night, because we're eight hours apart, but it's worth all the insomnia because he listens to weirdest stuff, and what goes on in his head is equally weird.
The last encounter was completely weird. Not that they're ever coming out normal, but this one begged to differ by the amount of pure joy, laughter, and this horrible, lulling comraderie. I was having the time of my life, seriously. Didn't waste time thinking about the twists, just...myself to the core, as with the only person i only ever were myself. The game went fine, not without it's own macabrities, but who cares about the game really...the setting wasn't the easiest, but i couldn't concentrate, and anyway, words cannot set that one right. How many months of madness pay for one hour of mindless bliss?
Didn't expect you to fall this time, child. But it's not that important, not too much. Love you anyway.
Hope the language transfer bothers nobody. As nobody really reads it. And if you do - well, mayhaps it's time to improve your goddamn english. They say it good for the psychometry. I feel too bad, and hebrew only adds insult to injury. And occupies way too much space. So, bear with it. Carebear with it. I don't care.
How can you just walk away from me,
When all i can do is watch you leave
Cause we've shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tears
You're the only one who really knew me at all
So take a look at me now, oh there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me,
Just the memory of your face
Take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space
And you coming back to me is against all odds
And that's what i've got to face
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