In Curly's name, I bid you Joy.
In the rubble of the economic collapse, I bid you Joy.
Dance with me, dance at the crossroads, waiting for the Dark Man.
In the face of duplicity and political ambition, I bid you Joy.
Dance to the descending cadence of the stock market ticker.
As our Idols and Luminaries fall, I bid you Joy.
Dance among our culture's detritus.
Locking eyes with the depression and nausea of modern life, I bid you Joy.
Dance through the landmines of passive-aggressive family meals.
With your back up against the sun-speckled, bullet-ridden wall, I bid you Joy.
With a heart full of Joy, bring your boot down on your own neck.
Hurl yourself at the future, limbs flailing.
Dancing into the mouth of a gaping void, I bid you Joy.
:mittens:
*snaps fingers*
Also, Hovercat's avatar is creeping me the fuck out.
This suits my mood today perfectly. Love it, LMNO.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on June 17, 2011, 02:06:19 PM
*snaps fingers*
Also, Hovercat's avatar is creeping me the fuck out.
I kind of love it. :D
:mittens:
This has the feel of a responsorial Psalm during Mass.
It made it all the more unsettling.
:mittens:
I like it a lot. Is there music to go with it yet?
damn, alphapance, that was some good shit.
Needs to be read in a raspy whisper over creepy ambient music.
Kopyleft - Feel free to record it.
And thanks for all the mittens... This was supposed to be a long rant about Joy and Curly, and how seeing the Spider doesn't mean being the Spider, that understanding the Horrible Truth doesn't mean a collapse into cynical apathy.
But this happened instead.
:mittens:
Also, this made me think of Lady Gaga.
VERY NICE. VERYCOOL. I might record this later.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on June 17, 2011, 04:04:35 PM
This has the feel of a responsorial Psalm during Mass.
It made it all the more unsettling.
:mittens:
This.
:banana: Hell Yeah! I expected this place to have creative content, but damn. I could practically feel the boot falls and fraudulent electronic handshakes. I got a feeling rather like acceleration and a ghostly idea about weaponizing happiness. Thanks!