| my deviations. this is what i could call "organized chaos" |


To Whom This May Concern CH ITo Whom this May ConcernTo Whom This May Concern CH I
Chapter I: The First Letter
It all started with one mistakenly penned letter
September 4th
Hazy light did not necessarily promote clear thinking for anyone. Behind clouded eyes, a clear and babbling brook of thoughts were consuming Luke's drifting attention span, and the sounds of his own thinking silenced the annoying rattle of the U-Haul truck that obnoxiously led the way in front of his mother's car. He leaned his head against the window, watching the bright scenery blur by in the soft, shifting gold and green tones of the trees by the road


There is Your InnocenceDon't you look at me like I'm a frigging whore, friend. I like you, but not enough to keep from speaking my mind bluntly enough to bruise, and sharply enough to leave a scar to wince at. Perhaps you misunderstood. May I say this again?There is Your Innocence
"I'm fairly sure I used the words unwillingly and non consensual within the last two sentences." I'm shooting you a questioning look now, one I'm fairly sure you understand is the most mocking farce of respect you've seen in your recently lived teenage years. Perhaps I shouldn't use such big words in your company these days, if you all can't quite understand my barely-veiled graphic life story. Yo
Boring| my deviations. this is what i could call "organized chaos" |
| I tend to fave, run, and obsess. If you dare to venture into here - be warned: you may get lost, frustrated or both. It's messy in there... |
| My name is Mokushi-Saiki, also known as Saiki, or Sonja. I won't quite tell you my age, but I will say that I'm old enough to understand how the world works and young enough to still see it with a slight trend towards the hopelessly romantic. I occasionally like to call myself a cynic, I don't think I am at all capable of writing anything abjectly, joyously, insipidly happy and I love to write, read and draw. I'm a hopeless addict to anything sarcastic, slash-related, chocolate, or e.e. cummings-related &I adore all languages other than English(even though I will experience alexithymia should I try to express myself in any other language.) Things get a little melodramatic around here, and between myself, the people in my head and my less than brilliant artwork, well... I'm not aiming for anything. I'm just trying to vent and hone my abilities as an artist and author. Maybe one day, I'll try to see in colors. until then, I'll keep my horizons at a narrow monochrome and study all the possible shades of grey. |
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Life is a placebo.
keep up the great work!
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Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains.
Rousseau, The Social Contract
Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities.- Voltaire
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art is a lie which makes us realize the truth- picasso
and lately i've begun wondering
if you're trying to tell me something
and i've begun
(as a reaction to a feeling)
to balance
the pleasure of loneliness
against the pain
of loving you
--
Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains.
Rousseau, The Social Contract
Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities.- Voltaire
--
art is a lie which makes us realize the truth- picasso
and lately i've begun wondering
if you're trying to tell me something
and i've begun
(as a reaction to a feeling)
to balance
the pleasure of loneliness
against the pain
of loving you
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