Even now
The world is bleeding
But feeling just fine
All numb in our castle
Where we're always free to choose
Never free enough to find
I wish something would break
Cuz we're running out of time
And I am overcome
I am overcome
Holy water in my lungs
I am overcome
These women in the street
Pulling out their hair
My master's in the yard
Giving light to the unaware
This plastic little place
Is just a step amongst the stairs
And I am overcome
I am overcome baby
Holy water in my lungs
I am overcome
So drive me out
Out to that open field
Turn the ignition off
And spin around
Your help is here
But I'm parked in this open space
Blockin' the gates of love
I am overcome
I am overcome
Holy water in my lungs
I am overcome
I am overcome
I am overcome
Holy water in my lungs
I am overcome
Beautiful drowning
This beautiful drowning
This holy water
This holy water
Is in my lungs
And I am overcome
I am overcome
I am overcome
I am overcome
Who Ningengirai Birthday January 22 In the Stars Aquarius Location Germany Work Security Cat Tieraziel Is FarfarelloxAya no Miko Muse Farfarello Likes Tea, cigarettes, cats, the smell of the river, the
smell of ink, Farfarello, Copic Markers, frogs and knives Dislikes At one point in time, I've hated each and everything AIM NinMoonspider Contact
Rheinland-Pfalz
Keeper of Farfarello's Fourth Earring
Keeper of the Stones of Moria
BB
Team Twee
Founding Member of the Chaotic Tales Club
Out of her mind
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Brad
Mel
Mei
Philly
Tessa
Drew
Leah
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Beautiful Mourning
Schuldiger als Sünde
Wide Marginal
The Color of Joy
Mainz / English Version avaiable
White June
Poppy Z Brite
Anipike
Mike Bonnell
[his thumb nev...]
Movie Mistakes
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Jeffrey Deaver
Storm Constantine
Thomas Harris
Mervin Peake
Tom Holland
Clive Barker
Michael Moorcock
Michael Ende
Astridt Lindgren
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Marilyn Manson
Davie Bowie
The Counting Crows
Corvus Corax
Linkin Park
Nick Cave
The Sisters Of Mercy
The Cure
The Brick Shit House - Placebo
Björk
Rammstein
Apocalyptica
Bruno Coulais
Oingo Boingo
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There is something sickeningly ironic in the fact that one such as me, who has been sitting on computers for ten years now, cannot figure out why a USB mouse and a USB keyboard will not work together on the same ports. One will sit and listen to the melodic beeping of the harddrive and wonder what the fucking hell is wrong now while rebooting an endless fucking number of times, thinking that maybe the USB keyboard somehow fucked the USB mouse up the ass and prevents it from working properly, and vice versa. Then, after tearing one's hair out and nearly putting an axe through the screen, one will clutch the keyboard in both hands and discover that, lo and behold! there is a USB port on the back of said freaking keyboard. Oh marvelous technology! With stars of wonder in one's eyes one will discover that when inserting the USB cable port of the USB mouse into the USB outlet of USB the keyboard, everything will work perfectly. I'm going to crawl into a hole now and die there. In other news, I just spent a freaking high amount of money on a new keyboard, mouse, printer, external CD-ROM burner and a few other gagdets. Had a free day and thought I'd go window shopping. Turns out I ended up indoors shopping and spent about 800 € ( roughly $800 ) on computer equipment. Did I buy food? ...that was a rethorical question I hope. I bought cat food, maybe that counts for something. Did I buy something to drink, something to nourish myself on over the next few days? ...another of those rethorical questions. I bought 20 packs of Lucky Strikes and a sixpack of coke. As in, the coke you can drink. Joke! Oh joke, come around, you have been caught! Uhm, what else? Oh yeah - I bought a katana! http://www.unitedcutlery.com/united.html. It's the UC1259 Samurai 3000 Ninja. Can you tell I'm obsessed with this thing? Now I want the tanto, then I'm happy. Truly. *cough* And why the fuck is pitas not taking my URL code...? *groan* I swear, with a computer you try to solve the problems you wouldn't have without a computer ><; |
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My right index finger is hurting like a bitch with a vengeance. I dropped a glass day before yesterday and managed to cut my finger up while picking up the shards. Now, I'm usually not a whiny person when it comes to these little things, but this cut is annoying because it's right on the very fucking tip ( innuendo, Nin, innuendo... ) of my finger, and everytime I hit a key I can feel the sides of the cut being squashed open, which is followed by a EWW! moment. I don't mind the blood, I don't mind the pain, but that slightly squeazy feeling everytime that happens...I could do without that. And I can't put a bandaid on it because the cut is in a freaking bad-to-bandaid-place, and if I put one on it anyway I sort of start hitting the wrong keys, and hey, I'm just making noise. Been listening to Yóga by Björk for an hour now or so, and that song is growing on me more and more. I realize I go through phases when it comes to music, and right now I'm in the 'faintly unclassifiable, strange and moody' compartment of my musical tastes. Mixed with Yóga are 'Hurt' and 'Closer' by Nine Inch Nails, 'This is how you remind me' by Nickelback ( ironically, I listen to this song because of all of five words...go figure ), 'La complainte de Perceval' by Alan Simon, various Tori Amos songs, Metallica and a few others I don't care to name now. Quite a mix if you ask me. And I'm thinking about this only because Mei posted lyrics on her blog that actually got me thinking about what I'm listening to. I only needed a wall of sound lately, not words to listen to. Blargh, that didn't come out right. Someone smarter than me can figure it out though. No, I'm not depressed or anything. Just not in my usual frame of mind, I'm afraid, considering I've been squealing like a happy pig at a pic of some of the X/1999 scans I found. |
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Oh goodness. I always knew the English dubs of the Tokyo Babylon OAVs were cheating us of the finer nuances apparent in the manga. I have both OAVs on video, but I haven't watched them since my VCR went to the big electronics store in the sky, so I downloaded them subbed. And well, there's this one scene in the second OAV where Seishiro gets the guy who wants to kill Subaru, and his exact words are "You can't have Subaru. I caught him first." And for some stupid reason, this makes me extremely giddy with fangirlish joy. *cough* ( Pointless Observation #1 ) Downloaded Eminem's new single "Without me" today, and listened to it although Eminem is not my kind of music. A friend of mine recommended it to me...and I'm not impressed. I'll give him that "Stan" was quite good, but "Without me" is just ego-masturbation imho. I'm amazed no one has tried to kill that little guy yet, going by how he badmouths people in his songs. ( Pointless Observation #2 ) |
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My apartment is invaded by little spiders that look like crabs. *nodnods* They're coming from the Plantana trees outside, and they seem to think my four walls are a better place to be than those trees. *nodnods* And Armageddon shall occur if one of those little spiders SO MUCH AS FUCKING TOUCHES ME. |
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Just bought a 1.5 liter carton of ice cream. Banana-chocolate-moccha-almond-split. Or something like that. Hedonism is knowing how to treat yourself right. Bwaha...that was an oxymoron if I ever heard one. |
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One of those days again. Not a bad day, mind you, just one of those days. I think I previously had an entry that started just the same, but I don't really remember. Anyway...one of those days where you wonder why soldiers always walk as though they've got a cucumber stuck up their ass, one of those days where you wonder why it's so hot although it's nearing Fall...one of those days where you run out of sugar for your tea and find out about that while the water is already boiling, one of those days where you look at your colleagues and that one look already says it all and you don't talk much throughout the rest of the day. One of those days where it fascinates you for two minutes to watch a drop of sweat shiver down someone's temple, and then you take a pen and draw the outlines of the drop where it landed on the table, and then you laugh together with the other guy, but again nothing is said. One of those days where you think the words already died, and let's face it, sometimes there isn't much to be said to anything, so you better keep quiet. One of those days where you look at your work schedule for the next month and it's clear that sooner or later, you will make use of the gun they gave you, though it still remains to be seen if you shoot the section chief or yourself, and somehow, either way seems a good idea. One of those days where you went to the barber in your frustration and had your hair chopped off and then remember that people always look at you funny when you do that, but you don't really care. One of those days where everything is itchy and oily and muggy. One of those days where strange insects sit on the outside of the window, and you stare at their bellies for minutes on end, just to have something other to do than think about the heat. One of those days where the cigarettes taste like shit and your throat feels parched after one. One of those days, one day in a seemingly endless row of days, where you say FUCK IT FUCK IT to everything. One of those days where you come home and ponder the fact that you have maybe two hours of your daily life left to do the things you like before you're so tired you start getting mono-syllabic and short of patience, before the words on the screen start melting together and the food tastes like nothing, and you appreciate nothing, you just want to sleep and get it over with to get ready for the next of one of those days. Yeah. One of those days. |
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Rai-jin drew this pic after reading Hollow Night. And yeah, I'm selfishly and gloatingly happy about this. Is 'gloatingly' even a word? |
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You know, I'm really sick and tired of your bullshit. I don't care. You can't make me choose between friends. If it comes down to that, I'll choose no one. If it comes to that, I'm better off without you. I don't need you. You don't owe me anything, I don't owe you anything. We're even. I hurt you, you hurt me, and it comes to nothing. I can 'ruin my life' alone, I don't need you to do that. But thanks, mate. Thanks for ruining what little time online I have right now with your inane crap. |
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Haven't been home since Sunday, when I made the last entry. Slept at the base till now. No shower. No tea. Don't ask. I won't tell. Don't expect me to be online much for the rest of the month and the first two days of August. I won't be home. You know, I love my job. I like the people I work with, with a few exceptions of course. But right now I wish I'd never started it. As corny as it sounds, I have trouble remembering the dates or what I ate yesterday. I miss the quiet life. I miss a regular work day that started at seven in the morning and ended at four in the afternoon. I miss coming home and not being so dead tired that all I'm capable of is checking blogs and then falling flat on my face. I had 349 emails in my account from when I last checked. I'm writing this here, now, because I slept two hours today. I've had a total of five hours sleep since Sunday. Crazy coming from the idiot who could stay up six days in a row and longer, no? I'm dead tired. I've been popping pills like candy and boss is getting woried about them influencing my capabilities. *snort* What capabilities? I'm worn down to a threat. Thanks to some idiot four guys are on holidays, which leaves us short four people that are needed. Whoever decided to vote for Gleis for chief of the section should be shot on sight. "You'll manage, you're strong people." Fuck you too. Right now I wouldn't hit an elephant. "What's a few hours sleep less?" Less sleep makes for cranky and tired people, pisser. That makes for inadequate reactions, which in a danger situation will result in who the hell knows. Bah, I'm babbling again. One way or other...I even love that. It's real. Just this month and then two days. Mel, Mei, Brad, Lex, Tess - love yas. Stay you you. And wait for me, if you can. One way or other, I'll manage to find some time again. Drew, same for you. Raz...just thanks. For everything. And here's where I get mushy and begin missing online life. Time to go 'ta. |
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Exactly 1430 hours, and I am so not looking forward to work. I so do not want to have to listen to Maria talk all night long. Yeah, I talk a lot myself, I know. And I often don't know if people really want to listen to it. Maybe it's the way she talks, this slightly condescending, "I am older than you and know it better" way. Do I do that too, to people who are younger than me? I don't know. I hope I don't. Drew, miss you a lot. For one reason or another, I just can't manage to catch you online. I've been working enough the last week that all I'm capable of is shedding my clothes and falling into bed as soon as I'm home. Glad to hear you're feeling better, and...Alaska? Yay...say hello to the snow drifts for me. -_- *points at layout* Long time since I've had a layout without DIVs on it. *rambles* I couldn't make the picture any smaller, otherwise I would've had them on it. Ah well...I'm ranting about nothing and everything again. Maybe it's time to just shut up. *laughs* Yeah right. As if I'd ever. Anyone wanna tell me the difference between Walther P9 and SIG-Sauer? I tell you the difference - one is the toy, the other is the real gun. Watch me starry-eyed. 'ta. |