THEreadLINES

 I write and rant. This place is my budget therapist. I hope you enjoy what you read. 

[iamoofle]

This is my design

this is a love story.

a search to understand and escape the madness of yourself,

the search to flatten the wrinkles left by others.

the devil who revels in the twists and cracks of his own mind

an angel who falls slowly, listening to the orchestral screams from hell.

wings flutter above the flames, until blackened like blood in the moonlight.

coal black halos

indistinguishable from the horns of the beast.

[iamoofle]

The changes

I'm gonna miss that autumn smell

But I won't miss the cold

I loved the snow when I was young

I'll take the sun now that I'm old.

The crunch of the leaves

On the walk to the second wall.

Mosquitos buzz quieter each day

As red and orange fall.

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But still under the same sun.

She just sticks around a little longer

To enjoy all the fun.

My southern Belle sunshine

Heard the story

And now I've arrived.

Ain't a possessive man

But I'll make you mine.

When a dream becomes a goal

Success just takes time.

[2000ish]

[iamoofle]

https://soundcloud.com/do-youlike-bailys/elephant-shoes-demo

[iamoofle]

elephant shoes

its been so quiet in the darkness of my room

and im hearing echoes of what i hope is coming soon

the smartest seer wouldnt believe it to be true

that what i lie in waiting for is you

i sit with my ear pressed tightly to my door

waiting to hear you stomping down my hallway floor

hear you stomping, stomping

in your elephant shoes.

theres no chances but i still have my dreams

they believe me a liar when i tell them what it means

i still feel it burning like its branded on my skin

i live with the upperhand but id kill to let you win

i sit waiting to open up my bedroom door

when youve finished stompin down my hallway floor

finished stompin, stompin

in your elephant shoes.

[iamoofle]

ezrilo

after watching the latest Walking Dead and seeing the importance of zombie guts clothing, I decided there is only one thing I want to see in the next settlement. Ezrilo, the zombie juices and entrails fashion specialist. Ezrilo is an effeminate merchant who sets up shop in the biggest known settlement in the area. He is talkative to the point where everyone avoids conversation because hes erratic and extremely perverted.  The main scene will be Ezrilo has noticed Rick walking through the settlement and picks up one of his zombieJ&e speedos and gives it a good sniff. The calls Rick over “Hey there sugar, you look like you’re in need of some fashionable yet practical clothes. Why don’t you strip on down and...” Rick snarls at Ezrilo and says “Why don’t you just show me what you got?” Ezrilo starts shuffling through all his items and the rambling starts to fade into static as Rick looks at each item. Then the static turns to a high beep and then silence as Rick’s eyes lock onto one item. The camera spins around Rick as he puts the item on and the screen goes black. The scene returns with AC/DC Back in Black riff playing and Rick looking off to the side wearing his new zombie J&E sheriff’s hat. “Ezrilo, I think you and I could actually become friends.” Ezrilo giggles “Ohhh my gawwwwd”

Also, Ezrilo can only be played by Nick Kroll

[iamoofle]

In memory of a real Watson

[iamoofle]

untouchables

Rattle your sabres, beat your drums. It's time now, say goodbye to your sons. Say goodbye to your loves say goodbye to your daughters. A flip of the coin, when they're sent off to slaughter.

Each one to be chosen, and I'm not too old. A life to be frozen, a soul to be sold. To return home frostbitten and worn. Big brother knows no fury like a sibling scorned.

Masterfully thrown voices, masking the noises. Leading you to believe that voice is your own. And the cult, it rejoices. While hiding your choices. And lying about which way the wind blows.

[iamoofle]

How I would write the Dexter Series climax, so far.

 I don't believe Vogel is as sentimental towards Dexter as she is leading on. What is the one thing that will absolutely throw Dexter off the path of perfection she had already set him on? Deb.

I don't usually write theories to shows down, but I love this show too much to not have long intricate theories in my head. Here is a long-winded version of how I think part of the Finale might go down. This doesn't happen RIGHT at the end, but I believe it will be the climax. Whatever happens to Dexter is fine with me, but I would like to see something like...

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Brain surgeon kidnaps Deb after finding out Dexter is helping Vogel track him down.

Vogel tells Dexter she found the location of Brain Surgeon. Vogel manipulates Dexter to go to a predetermined location. Dexter in full kill suit and syringe and walks into the building. Turns the lights on and the camera pans around the room with the pictures of each person hes killed.

You see dexter confused, looking around to all the familiar faces on the walls. His focus changes from the walls to something else in the room and his expression changes immediately to shocked grief.

The camera focuses on Dexters face, mainly his brow expression, then follows the pictures on the walls in a circle before coming back to where Dexter stands. The scene is blurry, but the familiar look of a kill table lies in front of him. The view then slowly creeps up the table. Dexter's knives are spread out on the side of the body. The face is revealed. It is Deb.

She looks unconscious. The lighting from the back of the room casts a shadow over Deb and the voice of Vogel can be heard. "Hello Dexter." The camera shows her sitting at the foot of the table at the other side of the room, and Debs face can be seen on the bottom of the screen just under Vogels blank expression.

Vogel then goes on to explain about how Dexter was not what she thought he was when she first learned of him. He did not show the signs of a psychopath and she felt as though she was a failure of her craft. She could see that even though she thought she conditioned Dexter perfectly and did everything she could for Harry, Dexter was weak and easily led astray just like the others.

Dexter is trying to hold in his rage while this monologue happens. He sneaks in a few aggressive "Let her go." and "You better not touch her."

Vogel ignores these threats and continues her speech.

She says, "But the perfection can still be maintained. There is still an answer."

All the while, Dexter retorts with confused questions.

"Why Deb?" "What are you plans for her?"

Vogel replies, "Plans? I thought you were smarter than this. How are we going to maintain and achieve the perfection you and I have been striving for your whole life? We are both looking for the world to be a better place, and it can not happen when you are being corrupted by unnecessary feelings...

I plan to remove this corruption from your life."

The camera switches to a view behind Vogel, so that Dexter can be seen across the table with Deb just on the bottom of the screen. Vogel stands up and walks to the side of the table.

"But I can not do this job myself. It will cause unwanted repercussions for both of us. This is your battle." She takes a knife from the side of the table and lays it on Deb's chest.

Dexter looks shocked. "This is insane. This won't help anything. There has to be another way. You're diagnosis has to be wrong. I love her. I love Deb. If I were this perfect specimen you claim I am, then I would not have these feelings. I am not the monster. You are. You created this, and you manipulated Harry to make me your sick experiment."

Dexter runs towards Vogel with the syringe in hand, "I told you that Deb was not a problem. You should have never touched her."

He pushes her up next to the door he entered the room from and looks in her eyes.

"You've broken your code."

Dexter plunges the syringe into her neck. Dexter is staring at Vogels shocked face in satisfaction as he sneers and says, "I'll deal with you in a minute."

Dexter slowly lowers Vogel to the ground.

He steps to the side of the table in a panic. He screams, "Deb wake up. Come on we have to get out of here."

He grabs her arm and shakes her. There is no response. He slaps her cheek a couple times still trying to wake her and nothing.

He grabs a knife from the table and starts cutting the plastic wrap. After he removes the plastic wrap he says, "It's going to be ok Deb. I've got you." He slides his arms under her to pick her up and carry her to safety.

He lifts her and turns to bring her out of the doorway. Debs head falls back from being lifted and a splat is heard. Dexter looks down, the camera pans to the floor below Deb. The back of Deb's skull and a chunk of her brain lay there on the floor. Without hesitation Dexter places Deb on the ground and rushes toward Vogel.

He places her on the table and says something bad ass that I'll leave to the writers. Then he plunges the knife multiple times into Vogels chest. Blood sprays everywhere while the scene is turned to slow motion and a meloncholy acoustic song, or ironic piano jazz song is played with the camera cutting to different angles of Dexters malicious stabbing.

Dexter, covered in blood, finally composes himself and looks towards Deb. Blood pooling at the bottom of her head spread across the wooden floor. He sits beside her and grabs her hand and begins to cry.

Batista busts the door down to find Dexter sitting in his creators blood and sisters blood crying. -------------------

I like when they tie origin to demise. He was found in what was his family and creators blood and his death is sealed in the same fashion. You can not escape who you are and what made you.

The ending can really go anyway for me from here. Batista can snap and kill Dexter on the spot. Or the scene can cut to Batista, Quinn and Masuka sitting in a room intently staring at the camera with a pretty deep and intense overdub of Dexter's voice. Then showing Dexter on the "Lethal Injection" table.

[iamoofle]

paper snakes

everything is in decline, the tv says. "they", this monster "they", are coming to take your heads. but first they start with your self esteem and safety. threatening your life, your loves, your parents, your babies. righteous are those who hoist the flag, until the green paper snakes decide to attack. there's a price for everything, and their pockets are deep. they'll buy a flock for the wool and then murder the sheep.

[iamoofle]

I have been completely unable to maintain any semblance of relationship on any level I have been a bastard to the people who have actively attempted to deliver me from peril I have been acutely undeserving of the ear that listen up and lip that kissed me on the temple I have been accustomed to a stubborn disposition that admits it wish it's history disassembled I have been a hypocrite in sermonizing tolerance while skimming for a ministry to pretzel I have been unfairly resentful of those I wish that acted different when the bidding was essential I have been a terrible communicator prone to isolation over sympathy for devils I have been my own worst enemy since the very genesis of rebels

Aesop Rock "Gopher guts"

[iamoofle]

i don't think Washington understood when the fanatics said "Homosexuals deserve to be stoned."

[iamoofle]

[iamoofle]

on my way. [tbc]

another day, the same old sights, another battle to fight i get my fill, then head uphill and hope to rest tonight the path is not paved, they beg stay away but im out to prove they'll never be right so, please make way, today is our day  and we'll never see another night.

so im gonna be on my way, once i pick myself off the floor these sad eyes won't stain this smile no more ive got nothing to say its all been said before i'll just make my way silently through the door

when you see me leaving baby don't you cry because there won't be an ounce of sorrow in my eyes... 

[iamoofle]

circles [tbc]

Circles, circles I like to run circles. If you want my attention, please stand in the middle. Speak my name through the radius quickly. My circles are made to protect me.

[iamoofle]

a rare shot of me on camera. in a crowd. singing some boyhitscar. ALMOST better than the singer.

[iamoofle]

on my way [tbc]

in my room, nothing to do so I turn the tv off grab a pick, some rusty strings and hum a familiar song another place, another night, another battle to fight a group of children with their wishes flying on their kites i try to catch a glimpse of that hope, maybe to relive another time, another place, without a care for this im gonna be on my way once I pick myself off the floor these sad eyes won't stain this smile no more ive got nothing to say, its all been said before. i guess ill just make my way through the door

and when im leaving, baby, don't you cry there wont be an ounce of sorrow in my eye