Window
- Isolation
- Crooked
- Shell
- Metal
- Refraction
- Back
- Murmur
- Haze
- Lull
- Peace
- Contrast
- Pattern
- Wrong
- Rhyme
They were once beautiful, too.
Back in session!
What great satisfaction this familiarity brings.
Not tech rusty!
Video improvement, of course, but maybe a solid state as well?
Dude! Quit it. The rate keeps on increasing. Soon you will be as dependant as those good-for-nothing trail dwellers. I thought you were better than that. I guess even I am wrong at times.
Transportation sponsored by Subway!
Why didn't the sketch time commence???
Who does that??? Need more salt!
This wind is like an annoying, genetically modified child, that decided to fill its lungs with liquid nitrogen and "playfully" blow into my ear with casual 60mph gusts.
We got lost! But then we got found.
Maps are the most useful thing. Ever.
Indubitably.
The bottle. Its still there. Laying forgotten. Abandoned. Covered in moss. Missing the one who left it behind. With no task. Needed by no one. But don't worry. It is soon to begin its final journey. And after, it may rest in peace.
Hmm. With clips so short, the narration will have to overlap quite a bit. I must figure out a way to do this!
The memories retained!
If not for this, they would have disappeared as quickly, and as easily, as sugar cubes in a glass of boiling hot water. The beauty fascinates me to no end.
Mid week post, initiate! A reminder of the freedom of speech, and my great welcome to any inquiries that the shadows might have stirred.
A world lit only by fire
Wow. This world. There are only few who still manage to convince me of hope's existence. Ladies and gentlemen. Our numbers are small. We are all that's left. Or maybe, all that has ever been. Whichever it may be, let's do our part! Let's try our best to bring this world to a state it has never been before. Its all we can really do. And by doing so, we can end the suffering quickly, and purge ourselves into the unknown, or prolong the time that the humanity has, in hopes that one of us, one day, will find that which we all pursue.
And as I write, the time moves on. The cars, the trees, the ground beneath the wheels, all flash by, but I am quite oblivious to their existence. Absorbed in this brightly lit LED screen, which happens to be much more attractive then the world beyond it. The current world seems to be rid of most colors but grey. If the state had no green, it would be that which, I imagine, the world of the dead from "The Amber Spyglass" resembles.
Pure knowledge means nothing. NOTHING. The application is all that really matters.
And the script is complete! I need to edit it one more time, and record! But all that is tomorrow. For now, I am tired, and have work coming up in 7 hours. Sleep time! Good night world. Or maybe good morning. Good day even. Time means nothing when a message is preserved for an eternity.
Considering my current schedule, I can only imagine how many busses I would have missed by now, if I still had Facebook.
Last night, the coldest night. Today, the warmest day.
Maaaaaaan. The German... The Slow Man... Hell, even the Lazy Romantic. A wee bit too much, no? Ah wellington, Cobra rating: 7.5/10
"Man, how are you doing?"
"Living the dream and hoping not to wake up, for only when you wake, you realize that the dream was actually a nightmare."

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