Saturday, March 7, 2009

+ DREAM: A TINY TASTE +


My friend Erebus had invited me to some new place of his ... which when I got there turned out to be an enormous enclosed waterpark. We joked it up (conversation now completely forgotten), and he mentioned I should check things out topside. I stomped up many stairs and reached the surface ... of the ocean! The building was nearly submerged in the middle of the sea, surrounded on all sides by water that sloshed over the lip and ran down the sloped roof into a huge funnel that directed it into the interior of the park.

I was quite stunned, then made my way to check out the sunbathers at the lip of the funnel, more or less keeping dry and taking in the strong ocean sun. I sat down near two girls - one blonde, one brunette - and they scooted over to talk to me. Whatever was said doesn't matter, as the girls were both gorgeous, especially the blonde - dirty blonde hair (tied up), pale skin with a little color, yellow tanktop and bikini bottom. Blondie and I shared a word or two but were so close that I was magnetically drawn in for a kiss. Just the tiniest of kisses, and all the more wonderful for that. We parted and looked in each others' eyes ...

Then I noticed her hard nipples poking through her top, and her friend declared how nice Blondie's breasts were, then pushed her shirt up. I had to agree, they were small, perky and totally perfect. Blondie gave me A Look, and was suddenly even more striking with the sun framing her in a golden glow. Then I was hit again: I had no idea what to do next.

+ ALARM +

Listening: Combichrist, What the F*ck is Wrong With You People?

+ KILLING TIME AGAIN +

Time to defib this bitch. Grad school crushed my blogging desire / time last semester, but this spring I care a lot less about making the grades. Combined with a need to write something (anything), I'm taking this blog back to lay down some babble for real. What to look forward to? With luck, some fragmentary bits of original(ish) story, not necessarily serial, certainly not polished and no doubt pumped out in the odd moments between giving up on reading and going to bed. Pics, links and/or other commentary isn't out of the question either.

Stay tuned marauders.

Listening: Combichrist, Today We Are All Demons

Thursday, October 9, 2008

+ KITH & KIN +



Keith Thompson Art - Robots

Fakking awesome stuff there.

In other news, hanging in there - smashing through reading (ish), writing when forced to (this weekend is first proper paper, kinda psyched), rampaging on the wargaming table every week or so (today: owned dark elves with the nurgley things in a whacky back-n-forth game), making a friend or two (Germans in fact, can't complain), skimping on the exercise like it's going out of style. Finally got my car re-titled in NY, and celebrated putting on new $107 plates by also sticking on my combichrist & "laibach" decals. Tomorrow the celebration continues with washing the poor guy for the first time. Ever.

Other other news, Erebus is back on the tattoo warpath again, which naturally has me thinking about inkination. Which is unfortunate, because I keep forgetting I'm a poor, overworked grad student, who's hobby spending is up 100% since returning to school ... Will be a while 'til #5 I suspect, but I'm thinking hazard stripes ...

Listening: CombiChrist, Frost EP