Art by Meddygon
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Angels of Ice and Fire
A couple of characters I never really went far with. There was one central god figure with angels assigned to different elements at her beck and call. In addition to these two were Silk (her wings were spiderwebs, too drow-like … Continue reading
Morphology of the Cork Board
Originally created 21 September 2002. The final project for Graphic Design I at the art academy I attended was to make a book. Not only did we have to write a story, we had to construct the book. The only … Continue reading
Not angry, just annoyed
I usually go about my life assuming that people do not care about me or what I do. This is easy for me to handle because the amount of people who could possibly care account for such a minuscule fraction … Continue reading
MY GOODNESS, I HAVE NOT KNOWN PAIN LIKE THIS FOR AGES.
What I thought was allergies over the weekend fucking with my head has culminated into something more sinister. My stomach feels to be in knots, or having difficulty passing a bowling ball through my intestines or something. By gum, this … Continue reading
Dream 2002.11.27
This is the third time I’ve had a dream where Jorenko is Neo. Neo was sent back in time to help something in the 1970s, but he was having trouble. Upon entry into the 1970s, he landed in some telephone … Continue reading
A Call to the Land Lord
I just got off the phone with Kurt, the landlord of our nice little shithell apartment. I had called because of Maria. Just under a week ago, Maria accidentally broke Ashley’s baking stone, an expensive piece of cookware. An honest … Continue reading
On Reality
Gash: If you want to get down to it, our perception of reality is only a series of electrical impressions interpreted by our brain, so how do you know what you are seeing, smelling, tasting, feeling and hearing is actually … Continue reading
Dream 02.11.10
I had a dream we were moving. Mom, Dad, and I only, though. Tony wasn’t there, but my parents were insisting on getting everything packed up right away. We had just locked up several things in a mausoleum, and my … Continue reading
More Maria
Maria: (insert long one-sided conversation about nothing in particular in which she repeats herself five or so times) “… haha, you’re so funny, you’re like, ‘Ah! Our school’ and you hide behind the door, haha, the commercial for our school … Continue reading
Dream 02.11.06
I don’t know about the plot of this dream, or even if there was one, but it was loosely based on Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (or however it’s spelt) There were dementors chasing me (I replaced Harry) … Continue reading
Dream 02.11.04
I’m fairly certain this one started in the middle of something, because that’s where my first memory of it comes in. Some guy (I’m pretty sure it was Jon Dark) and I had just finished fighting of a bunch of … Continue reading
Maria
Maria just got back from her weekend trip to her parent’s house. First thing she asks me to do is rat our anything Ashley said to me about her. I told her to leave me alone. She was shocked. She … Continue reading
Dream 02.11.03
Dream 1 was the steps to Muhon on crazy. Seriously. I dreamt the steps to Solitary. Might have something to do with the eight hours of Pump It Up yesterday. Dream 2, I was in Ohio, in an apartment that … Continue reading
Maria
“You’re my witness,” she says to me, and grabs my forearm. I yank it back and say, “No.” She looks at me, confused. “I didn’t see anything. I wasn’t there for any of it. I’m not part of this, do … Continue reading
Ashley vs. Maria 2
More on the roommate situation: I was wrong about Maria trying to fight with Ashely. What had happened was Anna, a friend of Ashley’s, came over and tried to fight with Maria. I could hear most of the conversation, and, … Continue reading
Maria’s Guest
Maria asks me if Ashley’s mad at her. I tell her I don’t know. She then asks if I have any idea what could make her mad. I mention the beer bottles that have been sitting there all weekend. “They … Continue reading
Dream 2002.10.29
I don’t remember much, but it started with started with my confusion as to why there were several technology related things hanging on a wall in our apartment (though it didn’t look like my current one). I asked Ashley if … Continue reading
Maria & CTA
She knocks on the door and exclaims that she’s in a “fucking hurry,” then adds seven more unneeded sentences. She won’t shut up. I finally say, “Are you going to stop talking for a second so I can answer?” “Well, … Continue reading
Dream 02.10.28
The first dream started with me in my room. It’s surprisingly clean, but when I walk over to open my door, it split near the hinges. Well, shit. I shout outside to the others in the apartment, which includes Ashley, … Continue reading
Maria
Well, that was interesting. She walks into my room. “Are you up now? I didn’t mean to wake you up. Oh! So how was the party or whatever with your boyfriend? Good, blah? Huh? What? Are you awake? Are you … Continue reading
Maria & Sick People
[01:45] [Ettin> Please talk to me. I’m lonely. [04:04] [Schroe[Sheepies]> You’re lucky. I’m going to fucking puke soon, so I’m wide awake. Not only that, Maria knocked loudly on my door a while ago for no fucking reason, and didn’t … Continue reading
Dream 2002.10.22
After watching Resident Evil, ending at around 2:30 AM, and then going straight to bed afterward, I knew I’d have weird dreams. I was in a theater, or auditorium of some sort. Someone on stage had just finished speaking, and … Continue reading
Dream 02.10.20
My brain is screaming at me. No, it’s not pain … it’s more like my soul is screaming at me. [I remember enough about the early part to give you full detail on the location of everything I set down … Continue reading
Dream 02.10.18
A DREAM!!! I don’t remember much about the beginning, but my parents were involved. We ended up at a Verizon store, and my dad was purchasing accessories for his startac phone. For whatever reason, he bought a bronze suit and … Continue reading
My Dreams Are a Bad Hentai.
The dream began with a woman outside hanging laundry. The woman looked to be in her early twenties. She had somewhat pointed ears, with straight black hair pushed behind them. She wore a white dress with a lavender bodice. Judging … Continue reading