Obituaries: You

[Sepia]

We thought the obscenity of it all would eventually quell the insurgency and while we waited for it to die out we were out on a downer, we were low and filled with the blues as steven seagal slid a broken bottle neck down his guitar and we felt sorry for ourselves because we knew it was what had to be done but we lied about why and we felt bad about it, like the elevator down after a day filled with amphetamine  working in a place you hate and which hates you, this was where we were. We forgot to look them in the eyes.

We forgot WHAT KEEPS MANKIND ALIVE and we came to be on a different vibe, we were different from the shadows for we'd seen something else than the light and as we grew older we grew more reckless for life and its worth kept declining and we ended up bungee jumping with a knife in our pocket just to be able to end it the proper way, our own way splashed on the windshield of mother earth, our testimony, our truth. Then the women came and we turned into barbarians again as we tried to find one we could have a connection with or failing that, someone who wasn't too ugly to look at for fourty years and whom possessed at least a smidgeon of intelligence and we met the other women who were looking for the same thing and some times we connected but we remained friends and we wished for asimovs foundation to be the truth of the world as we slipped into reality with pain on our face.

We play it cool, we play it fucking cool, we're so fucking cool that you get cold from watching us and that's what you are too, people shy away and we'll meet you people without a heart later in life when we've learnt what you learned before it happened and we'll be alright then but fuck you, fuck you now for telling us about your future, don't tell us that we'll end in the shit like you did and if one of you have thought enough to define time as something different than linear and you play that card, we will curbstomp you, we will march on a road made of your bones for you talk to us about life like we didn't know shit but those are old tales, like the bakers apprentice that is sent to the next bakery to pick up a bucket of steam, we've evolved past you, there was a generation of us who were silent but now we're here, the dominants in mothers basement, taking control and keeping the status quo for they still believe they are part of a subculture

but not society in itself

because none who are against society believe they are a part of it, they talk of it and how they loathe it but those on the barricades when election day comes are those, those are our future in politics or religion, these are our leaders because I hope none else are deranged enough and we are led by the monkies, the dumbest and wisest of us all and they will drown us in a sea of blood and it's ok, these are the people in control in our time and age, these are the new breed of those who preach morality instead of giving us bread.

They give us the circus and we dream about it, reality, as we sink into the last remaining pieces of art, that ancient whore open for interpretation, changing with the seasons. I can't see your beautiful face now because I didn't really pay attention and I was drunk but when I imagine your face it's beautiful but we didn't see eachother, we heard eachother and did that thing with our minds, we did the images of a ruined saturday night and we didn't say anything to eachother because we were at the same social conventions we criticized earlier the same evening and we left without a word in our mouths and your ass shaking drunkenly on towards somewhere else and me with my knees in a fountain and we can't recall your face but you're a beautiful creation where you wag and for the first time in a long time I want to ask someone out to a date and I want to impress, be larger than what surrounds us, creating magick.

We headed for the wilderness, never looking back

[ñͤͣ̄ͦ̌̑͗͊͛͂͗ ̸̨̨̣̺̼̣̜͙͈͕̮̊̈́̈͂͛̽͊ͭ̓͆ͅé ̰̓̓́ͯ́́͞]

I'd really like to hear you read some of your writing some time.

[Bu🤠ns]

I've thought that, too. 

It just seems like it would work really REALLY well in that format.

[Triple Zero]

Yeah Sepia, that'd be cool, also Norwegian (or Finnish? Scandinavian anyway I forgot) accent

[Cramulus]

LOVE that last line

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Goddamn, I love this shit.

[Sepia]

I demand to see a pretty tit in this thread before I think about speaking to the internet.

[ñͤͣ̄ͦ̌̑͗͊͛͂͗ ̸̨̨̣̺̼̣̜͙͈͕̮̊̈́̈͂͛̽͊ͭ̓͆ͅé ̰̓̓́ͯ́́͞]

Here we have great tits, tyrannical tufted tits, and French tits.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I demand to see a pretty tit in this thread before I think about speaking to the internet.

[ñͤͣ̄ͦ̌̑͗͊͛͂͗ ̸̨̨̣̺̼̣̜͙͈͕̮̊̈́̈͂͛̽͊ͭ̓͆ͅé ̰̓̓́ͯ́́͞]

Fine, I'll have to pull out the big guns.

Enjoy the eight dimensional Tits building.

[Sepia]

I keep wanting to do some of these things but being lazy gets in the way but now that I've gotten a netbook with a mic it seemed only far that I did this.



http://www.mediafire.com/?tizzioyxg0y


Done with only audacity and the shitty built in mic, tips and hints on making this better on the software side are more than welcome as I have no idea about this.

[Kai]

That was actually quite excellent.

One tip is, theres a way to lower a particular range of hz in audacity, a tool that can do that. Can't remember what it's called right now, but if you can spot the range where the hum from the computer is peaking, you can selectively remove it.

The other thing, is not to vary your distance from the mic as you speak. There were times that I was straining to hear you, because you had pulled away.

Otherwise, I love your voice, love the recording, it fits the material PERFECTLY.

[Cramulus]

Yes, your voice is really perfect for it. Just how it sounds in my head..

Thanks for that

[Faust]

You recorded this all in one take? Its awesome.

If you would like me to embed the file in case mediafire ever drops the file?

[Sepia]

http://www.tindeck.com/users/sepia


Tindeck account is up along with a new rendering of Obits: You.


Can someone give me tldr about why cain left?