Conspiring...

I've been plotting...


Thinking. Pondering. Scheming. Contriving. Designing. Planning. Imagining. Considering. Supposing. Reflecting. Contemplating. Meditating. Reasoning. Deducting. Analyzing.
Conspiring.

Dark Morning Conspirators....

"It's freezing, but it is the desert. what to do? maybe we'll see a body. Maybe we'll see a few. I shook. did you?"
" I confessed to you "I saw a body." You said you'd seen a few."

AFIBeginTransmission

There is a contest where fans of A.F.I. are encouraged to create a video talking about themselves and the winners will have the opportunity to be in A.F.I.'s new album.

So me being a dork made one, along with my best friend Chriso. Hehehe. ^__^
I mean, A.F.I. is my favorite band of all time and is such an inspiration to me.
<3
Just A.F.I. viewing me is like amazingness. Hehehe.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXNMGmw_MIg

The Beginning

There are moments when time seems to cease. A single second can pass where time stops, eternal in the grains of sand, as the world passes. Moments that can steal your breath away, moments where one’s heart can skip a beat. Maybe the heart never resumes its ever constant beating; it never recapitulates the perpetual degeneration of the human form. It is a single second where life is either eternal or ending. An instant of abrupt demise, or is it the beginning of existence? It either means everything or nothing. It is a moment of absolute perfection or the plunge into the torment. It is either a curse of great illustrations magnitude or an endowment of immense proportions. It is a moment that repeats in one’s head over a thousand times over, and after the continuance, one cannot circumscribe these dreams from reality. These are the illusions that haunt one’s subconscious, a serene and tormenting trail of memories that were forgotten, lost…

“I’ve seen these haunting images echo over and over again. These shadowed figures embracing my dreams and unconsciousness.”

[Drawings]

~I am pondering on creating a small series of posts in relation to real characters in my life.~

Memory Boulevard

I just took a trip down memory lane.
And tripped........

I realize that to many of the last classmates of mine in high school and elementary school, I am but dead.
But I just recounted some memories that I have from those days.
And the sudden death of my elementary school principal, "My Favorite Principal" help to spur memories.

http://www.ursuline.com/Students/Student_Life/newspapers/newspaper_may.pdf

An old Urusline High School Newspaper.
And I illustrated any of the drawings in it. Especially the comic at the end.

It feels so long ago. Such an intangible time it seems.
Like it was a long forgotten dream.

Pathetic

It's sad.



It's all pointless. School. Finances. Work. Drugs. Drama.


What does it all add up to? Paying for school to get a good job to nothing more with your life.
Drugs to relieve oneself of the realization of the emptyness of existance.
Drama to add something negativley interesting to the boring life.
What is the point to life.
People have dwelt upon lifetimes pondering the mysterious question.

The Interview: A.F.I. Decemberunderground.
"Forever waiting for disaster,
What David calls servant and master,
Will you play it too?
As this displacement begs for water.
Swimming, bathing.
Drowning in sorrow.

Scream with me.

I crawl across this cracked expansion,
I'll be buried soon.
Beneath the sand with pure intentions.
Wanting something, someone to follow.

For a change, I'll refrain,
From hiding all of me from you.
Here's my lullaby.
Pray for rain, lose your name.
And watch all your dreams fall through.
Hush now, don't you cry.

I swoon upon my knees come crashing,
Will you bury me?
Today, this small favour I am asking
Hold me, you may drop me tomorrow

Calm down.
Come down cold resides with me.
With me.



I flee to,
I flee to decemberunderground.
As you exhale, I breathe in and sink into,
The water underground,
And I grow pale without you."

Thought Processes

A Skylit Drive: A City on the Edge of Forever.

"See the stars from a million places
Porcelain skin puts our faces entwined in time
Never lost my way for you
Felt it all around me
Never gonna stop
Never stop anything at all
Repeat all that we do
Let's start from the beginning

The times we've lost can be repaired
So be prepared
The moments we burned into our minds
Yeah we'll be fine

We say our goodbyes
Let's bring it tonight
The story's building as we live on through this night
Representation to approve the words we bind
The city never pulls through once we all are doomed
Never gonna stop
Never stop anything at all
Remember what we do
Re-live the lives we put in the sky"

Beautiful lyrics.
And I highlighted the parts that fit and describe my story.
They fit perfectly into the puzzle.

Alice. *
Adrian Hanover. *
Evander Lucian. *
Professor Lydon. *
Isadora. *
Arabella.
Easton.
Frederick, Prince of Wales and Augusta from the House of Hanover.
Charlotte of Mecklinburg-Strelitz.

All components into the world that is swirling in my head.
Maybe all that we write is what we see. Or wish to see?