Current Residence: UMaine @ Farmington|
Favourite genre of music: Classical
Personal Quote: Perpare for the worst; hope for the best.
Colour,Drip. That damn faucet is crying again. Every morning I wake up to that damn thing weeping down that damn rusty drain in that damn fungus fellowed sink. It's enough to drive someone damn mad! This place could drive anyone mad. Every damn day it's the same. Grey empty wall. Grey empty floors. Grey empty ceilings. Grey empty bars. The damn sky's probably grey. But, I wouldn't know, I don't have a damn window. Looking between the cold grey bars of my cold grey cell all I see are other old grey faces. They don't smile, they don't talk, they probably don't even cry. Just that damn faucet!Colour, by superogue-KD
Surveying the other cells I can see them stretch as far as the bars will allow. Damn cold pieces of shit. I can't see the ceiling of the complex, I can't see the floor. The damn scenery gets in the way. It's just a huge chess board of dark and slightly darker grey squares. It's a chess board of pawns with nobody to play. Who the hell would play with a board of damn pawns, anyway? It's enough to drive someo
Rookies,It's cold in here.Rookies, by superogue-KD
We're in a meat locker, what did you expect, Sol?
Jeez, why're you so snappy tonight?
I'm not 'snappy'. It's jus' I don't need a bloody weather report every time we go somewhere.
It was just an observation.
Well, keep em', to yourself. Fuckin' yanks.
Since it's the middle of fucking July, I didn't think I'd need a parka, Miles. How long are we going to be in here anyway?
Til' the job's done.
Well, aren't you just full of information? You know, if you kept any more secrets from me, we'd probably never end up speaking.
Wouldn't that be pleasant?
What was that?
If you didn't ask so many questions, maybe I would be more inclined to answer em'.
It's the only way I can get any information around here. You're the only one Jack talks to. So, you're the one I go to for information. What are we doing down here tonight anyway?
Water Falls,Water Falls, by superogue-KD
Water cascades down upon me. Each cool droplet rains down on my back as I contemplate. The water feels like a reassuring drum role thrumming out a cadence meant only for me. My thoughts are brooding, dark, depressing. I stand there letting my teardrops roll down my cheeks, mingling with the water flowing over my body. My bare chest rises and falls as I take one deep breath after another, while my heart matches the water drops in its own hammering staccato.
A mixture of emotions flood through me like a torrential river, washing everything away, leaving me nothing but anguish and pain. Inside I burn. Outside I shiver with the cold rain, no longer reassuring, but mocking. Havent I been made the fool enough? Havent I suffered enough?
Hoping to drown my sorrows I came outside. I hoped to escape the taunts and jeers, to escape cold hearts and cold eyes. I hoped to escape reality, reality rife with betrayal.
I came here, temporarily escaping my betrayers. However, I did not escape