Reading Tickets

I ummm...kinda forgot to order my ticket, and dont fancy paying some annoying tout £180...so if anyone has a spare weekend ticket, would i be able to buy it for £120ish?

email me: evilpoptartz@hotmail.com

Favourite Music

haha, I'm sorry - I know that this is not only a cliched question, but also a b!tch of a question to answer....

Basicaly I want to know what people's favourite genres, bands and even songs are.

My .hopesfall Album Arrived

Yay, my .hopesfall album rules!! woooo

The Other Thing Wot I Wrote

This is the begining of the short story that i just posted an extract from - and yeah, i know no ones read it yet - but i feel like i should post something showing that it's not all mad fragmented sentances...

And the streetlights twinkled out one by one, like the fading stars once held up in the canopy of the sky; now they were torn asunder by the crimson gash that split the night in two, and let the light spill in. It washed through the land, and flowed over the sleeping thatched giants. The lone smokestack wheezed it’s dying wheeze, only to start anew, the toils of another day’s work spilling from its cavernous mouth. Blinking eyes still encrusted with the products of the passed slumber would be slowly regarding their surroundings soon enough. The world was awake. And the world was good.

But then the Shadows came. They poured over the newborn morning, and suffocated what they touched like the slow, thick flow of tar; they clung to whatever they could, and suddenly no one was alone, and nothing was sacred. The temples were not spared; the darkness clung on to their archaic spires, an obscenity that tore the words from the preacher’s throat and flung them towards the heavens, there would be no place to claim sanctuary here today. Wasn’t it ironic that these shadows, the embodiment of true darkness could only operate under the glorious golden sun; that the beauteous giver of life also provided the means for death to show it’s presence?

Things hadn’t always been this way. The world was dying. God was dead, or at least the thought of Her was, Gaia should have stopped this from happening, but man in his eternal struggle for progress had crushed Her underfoot. The ore mining, the countless chemicals that were left to drain through the soil and poison the earth. Man had once worshiped Her, but more importantly She was loved and valued, but no more.

And then the Shadows came. And the world was still awake. But the world was most certainly not good. The rising populace had woken to the silent stalkers for years now, men and women had died with them, joined till the very last. Children had been born. Even the children born with their attachments knew that they were not natural, and did not to hear the teachings to realise that.

Thing Wot I Wrote

decided to put this up...even no one will get it. Not, i hasten to add, because i am in some way superior - but because it is meant to be viewed in the context of a story that i cant be arsed to put up.

So yeh, it's meant to be a characters thought process as he sits in a school and ponders..*mmm ponder*

i'll put the rest up if i can be arsed.

A chill from northern winds. Ventilation from another plain. A dovetail imprinted on the window. Prepubescent bodies pushed against Perspex. Tommy knockers. Knock on wood. Know the wind from my lungs. Bodies move as one. Reflections from broken glass. Broken dreams. A voice within my head. Guilty conscience. Conscious of the world around. The world within. Night follows day. Day follows night. Never ending circles of the mind. Perpetual motion. Never sleeping. Only resting my eyes. Balance on the tip. Tip top. Tip of my tongue. Top of my mind. Words spill forth in streams of consciousness. No more tears. Big boys don’t cry. Born the same but changed in life. Blessing or a curse. Always alone when others feel hated. Never in danger but never relaxed. All others before me died. Why must I. Am I not alive. Destiny designed an immortal. In body. In mind. In work. In dreams. Circling the psyche. Circle the drain. Sucked into oblivion. Desolated but still aware. See the world through my eyes. The blind lead the blind.