Raimi yelled up through the sewer grate, barely audible above the roaring waters below, "Watch out, the ladder's all mossy again". It had been almost a week since the last time either of them had gone down there, and Old Swanny hadn't climbed back down since his most recent binge drinking session in the park. The alcohol generator was the only thing that worked properly anymore, and that was mainly due to Swanny's needs and constant attention.
"Don't stand under me, I'm coming down", yelled Matty, noticing Elder Burke giving him the stinkeye from
In the still of the night by tepid-meat-cavity, literature
Literature
In the still of the night
She looked down upon them like rats riding in the undercarriage of a ship laden with precious foods. One was old and one was young, clean and pure in the way that most charlatans weren't these days. The old one had no hair to speak of, none on his head or brow, with an awful boil festering on his temple. He held the bottle toward her nose in a most unpleasant way and urged her to take a smell. She did, and recoiled at the sheer amount of alcohol the "Cure to all ills" contained.
The young one bowed as she gathered in the scent, and while she
We're breaking up
Losing transmission here
Losing communication
Losing sensation to both of my arms
I'm breaking up
drifting through everything
and empty nothing
The vacuum out here makes me ill.
And they all had said to me
The guys back there on board
You don't go playin with fire out there
Cause out where we are, fire doesn't burn
You'd think I'd have learned.
After all this bullshit
I'll end up somewhere with apes
We'll drink all our problems
And scream our lungs out at the moon
It's the color of doom, pale in hue.
And all those guys said to me
Back on the ship
All suits have bullseyes
painted right over the heart
you
Raimi yelled up through the sewer grate, barely audible above the roaring waters below, "Watch out, the ladder's all mossy again". It had been almost a week since the last time either of them had gone down there, and Old Swanny hadn't climbed back down since his most recent binge drinking session in the park. The alcohol generator was the only thing that worked properly anymore, and that was mainly due to Swanny's needs and constant attention.
"Don't stand under me, I'm coming down", yelled Matty, noticing Elder Burke giving him the stinkeye from
My dad pulled through his surgery. They even have him unhooked from the breathing tubes and just have him on the nose breathing piece.
So I'm back, and hopefully will find the time to do more painting and to work on my metal monstrosity some more. Thanks for all of the support and comfort :D
I might not be around much for a while. My dad's in the hospital for a severe heart blockage and needs a bypass. I'm going to be busy with that for who knows how long. It was cool showing back up and disappearing on you all again. Hope to reappear soon!
This new art project is driving me crazy already. It was coming along nicely until I started the metalworking portion, which is the main portion. The sheet metal cut through the tool I was using to cut it... now I'm at square one again and need heavier equipment.
Might have to break out my jigsaw and get some metal working blades for it. So much trouble, but it's gonna look pretty awesome.
Thanks for the support from my friends, Romans and countrymen. You guys and gals are awesome.