We're watching the stars of the day going down, Horizon

As the cheerless towns pass my window
I can see a washed out moon through the fog
And then a voice inside my head breaks the analogue
And says

Follow me down to the valley below
You know;
Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul

I survived against the will of my twisted folk
But in the deafness of my world the silence broke
And said

Follow me down to the valley below
You know;
Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul

My David don't you worry
This cold world is not for you
So rest your head upon me
I have strength to carry you

Ghosts of the twenties rising
Golden summers just holding you

Follow me down to the valley below
You know
Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul

Follow me down to the valley below
You know
Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul
Come to us Lazarus
It's time for you to go

Porcupine Tree - Lazarus

Have you ever walked through your door and pretended someone was there
Someone to sate your fear, someone to make the meaning clear

Have you ever sung a song for she who wasn't listening
Who couldn't be listening, because the world isn't.. Glistening.

But the purpose wasn't there when you walked inside your head
And the fear shook you badly and took your life to bed

To breed that feeling again.
Summers always pass.

Rockstar Games, I love you!

Amidst all the rage over Rockstar Games' "Bully", this surely should bring fire to the religious American right-wing. And oh, I so hope this gets serious media attention.

The ability to actually play the game to a boy-on-boy action scene is absolutely marvelous. I idolize it, and I haven't even played it. Go Bully!

It's past midnight, now I can blog!

Sometimes I just want to feel secure enough to write silly things. Like blaaargh. Or bubbles! And not try to just make the most linguistically perfect post, and not hit myself when I'm unable to actually do that.

And yes, this is a poor attempt to apologize/justify my last post.

Pathetic! (hush!)

The Link Disease

I have done it again. I have a swirling vortex of chaos for my thought stream, and absolutely no ability to concentrate on one matter at a time:

V for Vendetta is really great. Natalie Portman is really grea -- oh, Hugo Weaving! Should have known the voice.. Natalie Portman, hmmmhmmm.. Christina Ricci often gets the parts that Natalie (I wonder, should I really write "Portman"?) turns down. Oh yeah, Christina (/Ricci) often works with Johnny Depp. Depp! Fantastic. Classic. Timeless. Pirates of the Caribbean.

An hour spent right there, and even if it might seem quite unrewarding as this link is nothing but the end of my journey for the night, I have to say I have made quite a number of considerations from it. For instance, one day I would like to be able to say, in casual conversation, something along the lines of: "How transporting! Ha Ha!" -- and not even be laughed at. I suppose this disease has made me quite vain about language, a hunger that my actual skill, is not quite able to sate.

"V for Vendetta"

It's an awesome film in the true meaning of the word. I have read countless reviews now that label V an anarchist, and the "V" logo which is shown in the film does bear quite a resemblance to the mythical "A-in-a-circle". Now, I have not read the actual graphic novel, however I do not feel, that this label does the character justice. V is, in my eyes, a revolutionary. There's an essential difference here, and if you don't know it, you should revisit the articles and letters of Proudhon ("Oh! I understand you; you speak satirically") for a few hours.

Forgive me for a bit my attempt at magnifying this - I would not be a lesser person with some Homeric exercise - but V is, in all ways, someone who we must remember and that some have forgotten. The Orwellian regime might seem far away to some, but look above your heads, read the papers, listen to your politicians. Fear is taking a hold on all of us and we are imposing restrictions on our lives that are inimical to freedom - forgive me again - Liberty.

I know this is perhaps the most dull thing to write about, but we must not be afraid. Because fear is that which will create the situation which is most terrifying of all. And fear itself is the only thing that deserves to be feared.

There's something incredibly scary about the comic style of the 50's. I guess it's a trauma from playing the Fallout games, but there's also something else to it. In the same way that mannequins or clowns in darkness look unnatural, the not-quite-human portrayal in this style is absolute horror.

This film gave me the creeps, and it's really well-made.

I'm currently in the process of migrating my livejournal. Please stand by.

Update 1: 2004 jan-may done.
Update 2 (16th of October): Oh dear ******* ****, did I write this emo shit? Considering abandoning those posts, changing my name and moving to Peru. Yikes.

When you're out dancing
you're really out selling something you don't have

So happy laughing
Amazingly enjoying jokes you've never heard.

And then you're crying
but with no presence of mind to really know what about

Sweetheart if you only would hold those lies
If you didn't take the time to dry your eyes
If you cut your bullshit fear and disguise
Then I promise you I'd never ever say goodbyes