Without a DreamI didn't mark the date when I stopped dreaming. I didn't really notice it until after it had happened. I think I realized it just one morning, immediately after I woke up. It used to be that the memories of the dream, the images would fade like film undeveloping itself. I knew I had seen something.Without a Dream
What did I see in my dreams? I think I saw worlds that I couldn't grasp myself. It was something I could look forward to in the day. But lately, I've been working hard. Trying to achieve. The days are more exhausting, and I sleep earlier
Still untitled work, Chapter 2We look now at an upper-middle class home in Suburbia. The color of the house? White. What shade of white? Well, there’s a lot of shades of white. Colonial white. Bone white. Off white, which somehow qualifies as a white when it comes to paints. The different shades show dirt and dust in different ways. The brighter the better, but too bright and it will get dirty.Still untitled work, Chapter 2
I’m sorry, did I say before it was upper-middle class? They’re fucking rich. Middle-class is what 90% of people believe they are, and only 20-30% ac
Untitled Work Chapter 1“Welcome, Mr. Matheson. Sit down, please! We’ll be with you shortly,” says the nurse in the white outfit who could not be more cheerful or accommodating. She eases the old man, who currently houses her arm in the crook of her charge, into a low chair, the back of which touches a plain, clean white wall. The man crosses a leg and folds his hands into his lap.Untitled Work Chapter 1
The chair faces a counter, behind which other nurses clad in the same white uniforms sit, either processing inpatients, or digitizing paperwork by typing in what is written in doctors’ chicken-scratches into their computers. &n
A Drive to the Office Detours“Argh, damn coffee!” The man wearing a suit driving a red car emotes. The red car is either faster than other cars, or he believes it is. Either way, he has spent the money to go fast, and if he believes he is, he is content. The suit is good. Nicer than others, maybe. Maybe not. But if he believes it is, he is content.A Drive to the Office Detours
He reaches for the coffee cup, trying to grasp the heat-blocking, circular protective sleeve without looking. He must look at the road. That he cannot look at the coffee cup frustrates him, and he accelerates the car
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"Is the taste of dreams that have passed the expiration date bitter?" ~Utada Hikaru (Translation from "Time Limit")
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-血の祝祭の翼-
祝祭 です。
EvergreenWings: We'll never speel of eat!
EvergreenWings: *sleep
EvergreenWings: *or
EvergreenWings: AUGH.
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"Woo!"
"WOO!"
"WOOOOO!"
-Ric Flair and Kurt Angle inaugural Woo-off
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-血の祝祭の翼-
祝祭 です。
EvergreenWings: We'll never speel of eat!
EvergreenWings: *sleep
EvergreenWings: *or
EvergreenWings: AUGH.
--
"Woo!"
"WOO!"
"WOOOOO!"
-Ric Flair and Kurt Angle inaugural Woo-off
--
-血の祝祭の翼-
祝祭 です。
EvergreenWings: We'll never speel of eat!
EvergreenWings: *sleep
EvergreenWings: *or
EvergreenWings: AUGH.
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