cabbitzilla (
cabbitzilla) wrote2003-02-20 08:18 pm
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"Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do; Devise reason later. Born from Oblivion, bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into Oblivion. There is nothing else. Existence is random; has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it too long; no meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not Fate that butchers them or Destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us."
-"Watchmen," Alan Moore
It's been that kind of day. A fragment of this quote has played in my mind for a good long while; all that remains of a former Mistress on Tapestries MUCK. She departed without warning, without provocation... leaving behind a coded 'doll' that offered quote snippets from 'The Watchmen'. It remains all I have left of her, and I suspect it too will be gone when the next idlepurge is run.
Disconnected, disjointed thoughts plague me; I'm unable to get my mind completely together today, and it's ... distressing. In place of coherent thought I have pain, loneliness, and the whacked out singing horses that
lys1022 sent me earlier. At least the horsies are amusing, in a warped way. Thank you, love.
Chatted briefly with R... again the disconnectedness came into play, and I never properly synched into the conversation. It faltered. Attempted conversations with Sapphi and Tigger fared the same. Geeked intermittently with
wibbble; that fared better, proving I can geek even when unconscious.
I'm going to go back to trying not to burn dinner. Maybe thing's'll be better tomorrow...
*hugs*
~Ellie-chan
-"Watchmen," Alan Moore
It's been that kind of day. A fragment of this quote has played in my mind for a good long while; all that remains of a former Mistress on Tapestries MUCK. She departed without warning, without provocation... leaving behind a coded 'doll' that offered quote snippets from 'The Watchmen'. It remains all I have left of her, and I suspect it too will be gone when the next idlepurge is run.
Disconnected, disjointed thoughts plague me; I'm unable to get my mind completely together today, and it's ... distressing. In place of coherent thought I have pain, loneliness, and the whacked out singing horses that
Chatted briefly with R... again the disconnectedness came into play, and I never properly synched into the conversation. It faltered. Attempted conversations with Sapphi and Tigger fared the same. Geeked intermittently with
I'm going to go back to trying not to burn dinner. Maybe thing's'll be better tomorrow...
*hugs*
~Ellie-chan

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You could either make a copy yourself, or ask the staff to change the ownership to you?
*smooch*
Wow, Tapestries MUCK. I've not been there in AGES! Is it still up? Of course, the only place I play now is Heroes, and I've killed off two of my three characters (the last one dying in childbirth this week, as a matter of fact).
*smoochies* Love you, darlin'. And the offer to give you the company 800 number so you can call during the day if you need to is still open.
~Frances, who starts rehearsals for Scarby this weekend and will REALLY have no life outside of work for four months~