Au fond du puits

Des trucs.

04 janvier 2013

My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. My mask of sanity is about to slip.


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"Stood in firelight, sweltering. Blood stain on chest like map of violent new continent. Felt cleansed. Felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in night. 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, hellbound as ourselves; go into oblivion. There is nothing else."



Je n'avais jamais envisagé de faire des études d'art, et il s'avère que je commence à y penser. Si quelqu'un s'y connaît un tant soit peu, et pourrait me conseiller (ou m'en dissuader si mon niveau ne le permet pas), ce serait chouette. En bonus pour vous, des chevaux mal dessinés :


majestueux !