*madmen

I’d like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony … #elvira #emotd #elviramotd #elviramistressofthedark #elviraforever #cocacola #coke #madmen #hero #legend #cassandrapeterson #halloween #horror #horrorfan #horrorqueen #horrormovies #mistressofthedark #moviemacabre

I remember while playing Assassin’s Creed 1, at first I always used to ignore beggars, drunkards and madmen because they were innocent, poor citizens. I never even punched them. I even got desynchronized lot of time on docks, because they will throw Altaïr in water. But after some time I lost my chill and enjoyed punching and killing them. 

My Love is as a Fever, Longing Still

My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th’ uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed:
   For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
   Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

~ by William Shakespeare

“Excellent job, team! The whole world is going to be talking about this stroller.” 

“Exactly. The sexy, streamlined design and vaguely phallic wheel base is going to revolutionize the world of pretending like you are going to exercise with your baby but then just deciding you’ll do some sit-ups before bed or something.”

“How should we shoot it? We have an amazing model.”

“She’s great.”

“So great.”

“Really great.”

“You know…I’m afraid no one will even be looking at the model with such a sexy, well-toned jogging stroller in the picture. We could probably put her in that futuristic toilet-paper outfit from ‘The 5th Element’ and I bet people wouldn’t even notice.”

“Haha, yeah! Or like, a ‘jogging bikini,’ or something!”

*Room erupts in laughter*

“Oh my God, you guys…We should totally do it.”

“You’re on.”

Lovers and Madmen || Carmen & Scott

guesswhatscott

Banshee was jumping from the party; Carmen didn’t even know the town had that many people until tonight. She had to admit, it was a pretty alluring event– a dark room mixed with strangers dressed in the slinkiest clothes, and masks to provide anonymity? It was like a dream world for Carmen– the only thing missing was a bag of weed and her being completely naked. Ah well, couldn’t have it all. 

She hadn’t put much into her own mask; it only covered over her eyes, a pink number with golden flower petals and an emerald ivy vine creeping across the entirety of the mask. She’d gone pretty simple with the outfit, just a matching spaghetti-strap top and a pair of skinny blue jeans with rips and holes throughout. She’d only started in on one drink so far, preferring to keep her wits about her. After all, this was a party to celebrate free love– or something like that, she hadn’t really been listening– and she didn’t want to be black-out drunk for that. She tried to walk through the crowds, but it was so damn hard to navigate– so hard, in fact, that eventually she was being pushed in random directions rather than walking a steady path. She attempted to rectify this by veering off to the left, but was shoved by a random girl and her group of friends into a solid male figure in front of her, nearly spilling her drink in the process. “Thanks a lot, you rude bitch,” she snapped at the girl who’d pushed her, but the music was apparently too loud for the girl to hear– she kept her back to her. She turned her attention to the man she’d bumped into, sighing. “That totally wasn’t my fault, apparently these people grew up with wild animals.”

nebulae

is this how a new star feels being born.
the vague fog of it coalescing through slow time in the numbness of space
until forces suddenly arise. & gravity wrenches at its heart
igniting the burning conflagration of light that sheds itself into the void.

you reached your hand into my chest & grabbed my heart
as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
& i am still terrified. but you hold it so gently
i want to pour the lightning of ignition down your arm.
the firestorm burning me to coal.
the unbearable pressure compressing the remains into a diamond heart.

sometimes i feel like i am subliming into the vast emptiness of space &
i just want to touch the physical reality of you.
to know that we exist.
that i am not just emptying myself into the void
my heat & my light dying in the wasteland of the world’s indifference.