

Inkblots- A Watchmen StoryAlthough she was sitting, the girl was anything but stoic. Hell, she was a Mexican jumping bean. Livewire. Handle with caution. The tears had long since dried, but like saltwater residue, pieces of angry froth remained. The surroundings seemed to lurch in dismay; the park bench shrunk away from her very body, electric and writhing. Her left hand cut into a black leather-bound journal as a maddened doctor would perform open heart surgery.Inkblots- A Watchmen Story
3/28/09 You think I am blind. Held to the ground through roots of LSD and madness. You are the cynics, the snide, nasty dogs that snarl and bark into the blacks of nights eyes. I am
Telulah

Rorschach's Journal: FoolRorschachs Journal, April 1st, 1981Rorschach's Journal: Fool
New York was built on bones.
Cemeteries were plowed, not even sure if all the bodies had been moved. Now people go in their basements and find a bit of exposed dirt wall with a skull staring out at them. If anyone in this damned place even cared, the bones they find would have given way to understanding how they got there. Would have known that above Avenue X, there never was a cemetery in Greenwich. Wouldve known it was a murder from only three years ago. Went to search apartment building skeleton was found after hearing rumors on sign route. Walk through village
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Still, they keep launching blundering campaigns,
Trying their wings once more in hopeless flight:
Blind moths against the wires of window screens.
Anything. Anything for a fix of light.
-"Street Moths", XJ Kennedy
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simply eli. take it or leave it, foo.
It's cool that we can relate to similar bands too. I always talk about my favorite bands and people are like 'who?!' Haha ^_^
and I know! my friends don't know of any of the bands I listen to...<3
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simply eli. take it or leave it, foo.
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Trying to grasp flowing whispers,
trying to hold them to your ear like a shell.
But a river can't live in the still
palm of a hand
because the river is everywhere -
When you know that,
you'll understand.
Siddhartha - Herman Hesse
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Trying to grasp flowing whispers,
trying to hold them to your ear like a shell.
But a river can't live in the still
palm of a hand
because the river is everywhere -
When you know that,
you'll understand.
Siddhartha - Herman Hesse
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simply eli. take it or leave it, foo.
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