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Pein
12 October 2009 @ 08:02 pm

Are cheekbones a becoming thing. They don't seem to be in style these days- judging by the moonfaced throngs scurrying from one excess to the next.
    I suppose they don't know that sugar is toxic. A slow death. 
    Too slow to kill prior to reproductive years. What a pity.







OOC: Believe It or Not: He actually looked in a mirror.
 
 
Current Music: Un- DIY Note
 
 
Pein
06 April 2009 @ 08:41 pm
The sakura are in bloom. Scattered petals float in gutters as I walk past- as though the sky fleetingly rains a different color.

They are soft underfoot.





OOC: Post-Hiatus: I apologize for my recent unannounced absence. Over the weekend I was in DC for Sakura Matsuri (pictures soon to come on my main journal, which is now status_serrated . They should be entertaining).
 
 
Current Music: DIY Note- Palika Bazaar
 
 
Pein
14 February 2009 @ 10:18 am

...there were five outside my office door. 

And I know they weren't from any of you. There must be something in the water.
 
 
Pein
23 November 2008 @ 05:08 pm

I came across a comic anthology by an American artist. It struck me as both visually arresting and unusually adept at portraying the true underlying ignorance and apathy of contemporary society.

As a foil to the bleak backdrop, the protagonist is bold and uncompromising, asserting his ideals in the face of a populace that refuses to (or merely cannot) grasp their magnitude.


The cover. The use of the diagonal hooks the eye quite nicely.






OOC: Pein is, of course, batshit crazy referring to this. Yes, he's completely serious.
                 
 
 
Current Music: Phucking Phreak- Velvet Acid Christ
 
 
Pein
22 October 2008 @ 05:20 pm

Click.

There are some bumping and rummaging sounds, then the scraping of fingernails across wood. A loud exhalation is heard.


"Where."

A sound of collision, then a jarring thud and a burst of static.

There is the wet clicking sound of a tongue tapped against the roof of the mouth. The scraping resumes until fingernails collide against metal with a light 'tink' sound.


"Knew it", muttered so low as to be almost inaudible. There is the creak of a chair tipping back, the squeak of shoes sliding across tile. For a while there is only the light static of silence, punctuated every few seconds by a piercing clicking noise.

Muffled voices are audible in the distance.

There is a whisper, hardly discernible, of
"Aequitas, veritas-" the words slip out in hisses. The snipping sounds continue for a while, then cease.

The drumming of fingers on a tabletop, then another exhalation- this one with a somewhat rattling quality to it.


"Do you know." Spoken articulately, thoughtfully, clearly, yet without any emotion at all.

There is silence, broken only by the ticking of a clock.


"I didn't think so."






ooc: Clarification: the tape recorder is now, unbeknownst to our dear Pein, under his desk. Where it shall dutifully record his every word. Oh the possibilities.





 
 
Current Location: Pein's office
 
 
 
Pein
20 October 2008 @ 12:41 am
I've been relatively absent of late. You've all grown rather- careless in your demeanor and labor.

I suppose you didn't think I'd see that writing in the bathroom stall.

There are implications of a causal relationship.
Ergo.

From this moment on, I am  watching you all. Closely.
 
 
Pein
28 August 2008 @ 09:47 am

I need a haircut.

It grows far too quickly. I detest it this way. 





It's not masochism if the tissue is already dead.

 
 
Current Music: The Knife- A Lung
 
 
Pein
23 July 2008 @ 08:54 pm
 
 
Current Music: Paranoid Android- Radiohead
 
 
Pein
29 June 2008 @ 10:18 pm
(strikes private)


 

 
 
Current Music: Casting Such a Thin Shadow- Underoath
 
 
Pein
25 June 2008 @ 10:12 pm

 The summer rains have come again.

The sort that charge the air, sending invisible currents of energy twisting and spiraling through flesh, making hair stand on end. The feeling invigorates me. I cannot explain it.

They are of a strange nature, these storms. Not only do I know when they are coming, but it seems that it only rains when I want it to.

How curious.

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Current Music: Sympathetic- Seether