tarot card of fate
Monday, April 23, 2007
This is what I do when it's midnight, and my tooth aches.
[The Mindless Queen]
You, yes you, you lack hindsight. You already fell flat on your face 4 times as of this moment, as you said, and yet, you continue. It's not perseverance and determination anymore, it's outright stupidity. Love is always a pain to you, always has been, and will always be. Don't take another step. You'll kill yourself. That dark sultriness is nothing to the feelings that will roadkill you, with or without the presence of another, as you have experienced many times. Are you blind, woman? And what the hell is up your piehole, calling him a "stupid act of revenge" and "asshole"? I didn't think you could really do that, but then again, looks really could deceive anyone (but then your looks DO suggest a slu- I mean, a tanned, indecisive, and rather used flower), and possibly could kill. Fortunately, everyone around you has enough sanity to put their live before you. I'm not mad about the whole relationship-gone-bad thing, I really couldn't careless, but don't you ever, EVER, speak ill of anyone, especially someone I truly.. detest as well, but THAT doesn't give you the right to, still. Lips that curve into a devious smile, though subconsciously will take you to that "Never Land" of which you fear. He will not be there, nor the others, and you will be alone. I guarantee that you can fly, with a little pixie powder, but then, there would be no one else to see you glide through the night sky. It's a sad, sad world. Don't trip on it.
[The Eerie Joker]
What have you been doing? What did you do? What will you be doing? I cannot comprehend the stretch that you've gone over the years, and not once, have I seen a trail of foot on your track. Are you a ghost? Are you a hallucination? Why do I keep trying to dig up that slight mark that you may have left for me to find, when there is nothing at all? This desert, of which you walk upon, which is quite hot by the way, it sinks my mind within it, and a quarter of my height, trying to immobilize me, and gradually succeeding. I can barely move now, and still you walk away, not leaving a footprint in sight. As if you feel my tears shattering into a million crystals upon kissing the bronze land, you linger a moment, look back, only for a second, only long enough for me to start moving again, to start rising again from the pit, to start thinking again, to start feeling again. What does it mean? What is this feeling? Things will come by, things like these, and even though I sink with each step, and you fade into the light with every backlashing wind, I push myself up to follow your invisible tracks. But still, I do not care. Remember that.
[The Blank Mask]
Not the stereotypical "EMO" mask, eh? It's not black, nor the glossy, theatrical half black-half white, it's actually transparent, hence, blank. It's got the holes for the eyes, for the nostrils, for the mouth, and a little stretchy-band for head support. It's a mask, but it doesn't really show any form of secrecy or the like. But when the light goes off, and the people watch as the play starts, it combines with the ambiance that will transpire from the faces of the audience. A laugh, a tear, a twitch, a grimace, a stretch of a muscle - all will meld into the mask, and will create a face that is gray. Gray, as life should be, not black and white, but gray, inefficient, homogeneous, and yet, still blank. It can handle so much, and sometimes it will crack here and there, but it releases a seemingly invisible liquid, a fading crimson, and melds itself upon the singed crevices, and will make the gray face whole. Shoot a hole through it, and ruby fires will burst open, and butterflies shall be free, but only for a second. They shall revert to the stoned forms they had before, and become one with all that is gray.
[The Forgotten Moon]
You are above the skies, not in it, but above it. Stars dance around you, and you divide what is life and death for all. I have nothing more to say to you. Even though I feel a tug, there will be no more exchange of elegance and sobriety. Exit, stage left.
smiled at the sun again @ 12:22 AM,
