Hi everyone, I figured it was a good time for a random journal! If anything, to show off some nifty art that I found. So, how's it going with you all? For me, my summer break draws near. But not really. My work schedule dies down in the summer to 4 days a week, so that's like having a break anyways. (An impoverished break with lots of dollar store foods). In the late summer I'm going to new york to visit my tightest bestest internet buddy. We've known each other for almost ten years now, wow! It's going to be a week of total shenanigans. Whee.
I won't say ANYTHING about writing or art because I don't want to dig myself into a bigger hole And yes, I did flop on the 7 days of scifi challenge that *I* myself started. But I will continue. I just need to be isolated in a tiny room with nothing but a typewriter. You know how it is.
Here's some pretty things, wow look! /distraction
Nonessential ProsthesisNonessential Prosthesis
By Aaron C. Richards
The pain comes in waves like a hole in the head. A hole in the head. A hole in the head. And as each wave comes I wish I was dead. I wish I was dead. I wish it was dead.
Then the overlord comes around and everything changes. It’s all “Hail Spectrum”, and “Song of Ages” and “Whose thrum is loudest to please the queen?” I’ve been waiting a long time for my chance to please the queen. But my thrum is weak. The prettiest sounds I make are inside my head: the one place that the hive doesn’t seem to be able to get to. Because the only place darker and more twisted than the hive around me is the inside of my fucking brain. So the queen gets no pleasure from me. My DNA does not make a contribution to the hive. And my thrum doesn’t join their song.
My days are darkness, stillness, and pain. The darkness threatens to put me to sleep, and the pain wakes me back up. My food is the