a thousand thoughts at once by ganto-fleshrender, literature
Literature
a thousand thoughts at once
A thousand thoughts at once
Shimmering, as if a sickly rainbow, dripping from the very walls
Reality burns, i heard her remark, her voice still screaming in the dark
Horns i lament, from which hell sent, the echo in the hills
As pallets churn and burn and quake
Is this all ,what my eyes can take
The vibrant blackness strikes my eyes
And forces my gaze onto the skies
A glimpse of normality, a meagre prayer
Not prepared for this despair
The heavens shake, the angels break
The sea of pondering commences
During unforeseen consequences
The pristine clouds of observation
Give onto me my last damnation
I see now, how wrong was i
Thi
Erkhail the Highlander: part 1 by ganto-fleshrender, literature
Literature
Erkhail the Highlander: part 1
A motionless spec in space she lay, this waiting vessel, locked in the orbit of a world its self a silent spec, floating ever silently in this obsidian cosmos. Closer into the craft of steel we see its innards of noxious red illumination bulbs looming over them, the perpetually illuminated visor glare, the raw ambiance of anxiety, and the stench of several sacred oils, all of which coupled with the whistles and chimes of the sub machines that drive this motionless spec in space. Everything was now in its proper place, mumbled some hooded figured, nestled in the neural mind of the ship. True, was the murmur of this man, for all around him he
Great justice chapter 6 by ganto-fleshrender, literature
Literature
Great justice chapter 6
Great Justice Episode 2
"It's all gone to hell" Ganto said to his young pupil as they stood on the roof of the wardens rest. "Now it's up to us to sort this situation out.
Almost overnight it had occurred. Riot. Rebellion. Baragorm had gone insane. Despite the inquisitor's greatest efforts, chaos still remained hidden in the dead cracks of the city. Hiding in ruined processing facilities and manufacturing plants, the forces of chaos had, for some time, planned their retaliation. Several chaos nests had been burnt to the ground, its contents purged and its inhabitants brought to a violent and brutal end. Yet thus is th
a thousand thoughts at once by ganto-fleshrender, literature
Literature
a thousand thoughts at once
A thousand thoughts at once
Shimmering, as if a sickly rainbow, dripping from the very walls
Reality burns, i heard her remark, her voice still screaming in the dark
Horns i lament, from which hell sent, the echo in the hills
As pallets churn and burn and quake
Is this all ,what my eyes can take
The vibrant blackness strikes my eyes
And forces my gaze onto the skies
A glimpse of normality, a meagre prayer
Not prepared for this despair
The heavens shake, the angels break
The sea of pondering commences
During unforeseen consequences
The pristine clouds of observation
Give onto me my last damnation
I see now, how wrong was i
Thi
Erkhail the Highlander: part 1 by ganto-fleshrender, literature
Literature
Erkhail the Highlander: part 1
A motionless spec in space she lay, this waiting vessel, locked in the orbit of a world its self a silent spec, floating ever silently in this obsidian cosmos. Closer into the craft of steel we see its innards of noxious red illumination bulbs looming over them, the perpetually illuminated visor glare, the raw ambiance of anxiety, and the stench of several sacred oils, all of which coupled with the whistles and chimes of the sub machines that drive this motionless spec in space. Everything was now in its proper place, mumbled some hooded figured, nestled in the neural mind of the ship. True, was the murmur of this man, for all around him he
Great justice chapter 6 by ganto-fleshrender, literature
Literature
Great justice chapter 6
Great Justice Episode 2
"It's all gone to hell" Ganto said to his young pupil as they stood on the roof of the wardens rest. "Now it's up to us to sort this situation out.
Almost overnight it had occurred. Riot. Rebellion. Baragorm had gone insane. Despite the inquisitor's greatest efforts, chaos still remained hidden in the dead cracks of the city. Hiding in ruined processing facilities and manufacturing plants, the forces of chaos had, for some time, planned their retaliation. Several chaos nests had been burnt to the ground, its contents purged and its inhabitants brought to a violent and brutal end. Yet thus is th
Current Residence: BANGOR Print preference: on paper plz Favourite genre of music: POW.AR.MET.UL Favourite style of art: mine Operating System: windows Shell of choice: +2 armour Wallpaper of choice: arterial spray Skin of choice: Ohhh no you dont, im not falling for that Favourite cartoon character: dogbert Personal Quote: Speak softly. and carry a big stick - Teddy
Favourite Visual Artist
MANOWAR, K?
Favourite Movies
predator/terminator/alien/commando (you get the drift)
Now that ive got a good fighting chance at staying onto my second uni year, i can start to write more of the story arch for the 3-4 people who actually care
So its time for another of my journal entries thingy i guess
i need some paint
believe it or not, unlike most other "random" people on the planet, everything i say and do its done for a purpose, normally because i cant be fucked or wont expose my feelings and explain it
and some fabreeze while im at it
i dont know why, i guess im just set up as a figure of strength and depenability to my friends
or just some fairy liquid and a sponge, im not afraid of hard work
to the degree of which im not prepared to ask for REAL help unless im really down about stuff
and its not just my room either, this whole place needs to be scrubbed
is it arrog