#just like clockwork

[shellcherrypill]

megan breaking her neck every two seconds to make sure yoonchae is near

[deathandnonexistentialdread]

now for the regularly scheduled Misawa slander

[dyke-dyke-goose]

thought I was losing my mind but it was just my period again

[doomed-by-narrative]

red is a good look on you sara

[charlotte-of-wales]

new issue of People featuring a bunch of information from “palace sources”

[inthemoodforchaos]

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[joseyfeli1-blog]

Just Like Clockwork

Talk to me with your hands

junction justifications jolt-like while I’ll jought justice just in time as you adjective to justify that I’m jack shit.

Sorry to tell you but it seems that you’ve been blindfolded and can’t hear my internal screaming,

Death defying is how I feel every morning that I see the ceiling and realise this is real.

You’re betting on a dead horse, you see I’ve kicked this horse enough to get killed and trust that I’ve always done worse enough to make my throat hoarse and need need some lozenges, toss to the back of my throat,

Can’t help strepp throat so I spit and spread this hate from my inner me, no it isn’t targeted for others, I’m the only one to hear these harsh disses,

Through brain and heart go to the doc to help my palpitations attend therapy to fix my brai’

All they say

Is to beware

At how self aware

Of what I hear

At least what is left of my ear

And how much hit tears

From left to ri’

That’s just a taste of the pain

And you make it sound like I want repair

(H)I be pulling out my hair

And cry over the change of color

And ponder onwards now staring

Blankly and scratching my scalp

Just like clockwork

Every tick I feel this hurt

And what doesn’t help

Are your compliments,

yes,

It comes from innocence

But it just sounds like repititace

I support if you’re ace

And identify as Paige

Turn all my pages and the sight of deck of cards, I feel like craping out and worn and fucked up covers

But waste of your tongue with movements

Calling me nice, hot, wonderful, charming, or competent

Just reminds me the stakes

mankind have cooked and served

Raw them to bitches

By George they’re hungry

Feeding man’s best friend

Now they fucking thirsty

Sprinkle holy water on their tongues

Sing hymns to the water station

And praise Jesus

Procreate in the boiler room

Sweat over the mass

And pray that it never end

Confess under the heat

Of red lights

Now bow your head to breathe

And return to the scream inside

Your head

(H)

Escaping out the roof

My dunce cap collapsing

As my brain is on fire

Telephone ripped out the line,

Can’t call the fire department

Remain offline

Running the use of all my CPU

Crashing all down to a plateau

Jump out, a way through the fire

Exit, people leaping out the side of my empire state of mind

This state of mine

While I’m away from my state

Shouldn’t cause

My face to elate

Now all this fighting becomes irrevelant

Like the cofessions to a revenant

But I guess it’s a way to cope

Not better then my unhealthy cape

I wear gets hot quickly with all these layers

Frail structure all out of clay

Can’t fail as it reconstitutes as fast as it falls, bird feeder of monster, for a bee, shouldn’t be able to fly, with this density

Lead belly

Bird brain

Fly high

Dream bright

Blinded by the real life

I’m running on fossil fuels

Running on a destructive path

track and field the pity party

but cross country with one-hundred clothes in a carry on

And with all this laugh and learnt I keep sinning

Blood acidic past the scale

Skin tougher than dragon

Clothes consistently on with drags

Attitude like,

Listen, someone gotta believe in a queen

(H)

That these personalities

all have faces

and seriously loud

how to live with all this hate

and good days are used as bait

and the carnival have for sure lasted past eight years

Started with five truly there were seven

Then nine, as there was really eleven

Up until fifteen

I realised there are seventeen

and I can’t stop updating

and sometimes I can’t even

and how could I believe in

myself I’ve caused this

I’m the bouncer, civilians

manager and foreigns

drinking twice their weight and pissing outside the club, comeback in half an

 hour to take in some liquor

Actually considering about the liquid

and let it spill

it into my body

really makes me queasy  

All that would make my life messy

Imma abuse the choices I’ve got

and hopefully I don’t lose yourself

but I’m not afraid

to get through this beautiful pain

God, do they want guts over fear

In all this burning and tears

I just hope for a revival

can’t keep all these double entendres 

Running out of breath on the victory re-lap

Giving into relapse

Gotta thanks Dr. Dre

Ain’t the only artist I enjoy

Bo, Skylar, Beyonce 

Miley, Sia 

Boy and girl groups, Kesha

Maklemore as well as Jlo

also panic!, Imagine, fallout and Rihanna 

and of course more

But listing out in a song is such a bore

And I’ve become more from these aforemention singers

As the years 

Music took it’s time to go into post-modernism 

and soon enough we’ll get a shit ton of motherfuckers and the start of post post 

Open the package to the past to see what happens

History repeats itself and no knowing the future and you’re present for the present.

Can you make it to tomorrow

(H)

Help!

[dunmeriis]

“Drelethyn.”

He initially didn’t notice Tobias’s calling, attention focused completely on the book before him. It was the next installment to a series he’d long been following. Unfortunately the publication was rare, and it had taken him years to track down the book now in his hands. Nothing could be important enough to draw his attention away—

“Drelethyn.”

Drelethyn suppressed a groan as he lowered his book, petulantly glaring at where Tobias’ voice drifted up the stairwell, knowing well his apprentice couldn’t see his childish reaction.

“Yes what is it?”

“You’re going to want to see this.”

Giving one last longing look at the paragraph he’d been immersed in, Drelethyn let out a soft sigh, placing the book on the engraved side-table before lifting himself from the chair and making his way through their cluttered and rarely-used Sentinel apartment. Tobias stood at the front door at the bottom of the steps, a shattered crate at his feet. He handed Drelethyn a scrap of paper as he reached the bottom of the stairs. The note was surprising, and somewhat concerning. The shattered crate certainly didn’t help.

“So where is it?” he asked.

Tobias stepped from the doorway and, turning, pointed upward, to Drelethyn’s surprise. Walking to stand beside him, Drelethyn followed the line of the Altmer’s arm to where, on a ledge, there sat a spider animunculus. The unusual make did not escape his notice, and his brow furrowed as he took a cautious step forward, trying to get a better look at the unique animunculus.

“That’s not one of ours,” he said finally.

“Sure isn’t.”

“It doesn’t have a soul gem.”

“I noticed. It almost looks like—“

“Too far from Vvardenfell for that to be possible.”

Tobias hummed, arms crossed as he regarded the animunculus with a skeptical interest. He was quiet for the most part but his thoughts tended to be loud, and Drelethyn could practically hear the gears in his apprentice’s head turning. The paper crinkled between his fingers as he gave it another look before he let out a deep sigh.

“Well, it looks like it’s our responsibility until we find whoever owns it. The thing certainly didn’t crawl into town on it’s own.” Crumpling the page up, Drelethyn shoved it into his pocket before taking the last few steps toward the animunculus, looking up at where it sat above him. “Oi, you want to come down? We’re not going to take you apart or anything, just need to make sure that you don’t go terrorizing the town.”

Behind him, Tobias snickered. “Yes, you’re certainly a master of diplomacy.”

Drelethyn shot him an annoyed glare over his shoulder. “Oh shut your trap, I’m rusty. And this is a robot, not some weak-kneed politician.” He turned his attention back to the animunculus. “Am-un duum… uh… chal, am duum btharng ark. Mel mzualn mzin-ur. Nchua. Mel kanthaln-ur. Duum mzul.”

Drelethyn grimaced at his own clumsy words. It didn’t matter much, as he wasn’t sure the animunculus could even understand him, but past experience had led him to believe that the automata grew less hostile when faced with the old, familiar language. Though this spider wasn’t hostile, merely… watching. He’d almost say it seemed curious, if he were to ascribe an emotion to an expressionless hunk of metal.

When the pair initially came outside, the animunculus was perched in a dainty fashion atop the ledge. It almost seemed to be posing. It watched them speak for some time, and even tilted its frame to the side when spoken to in common. But then, Drelethyn’s hap-hazard Dwemeris seemed to resonate with the animunculus in an interesting manner- That is, it reacted, where one would normally expect to need some sort of control rod in order to reach any sort of understanding.

Specifically, it laughed. Or, most certainly seemed to mimic laughing, at the least, by puffing a small, stuttered gout of steam and skittering its legs atop the stone it sat by. But then, perhaps most surprising of all, it actually listened, when its seeming amusement had subsided. With a few nimble hops and jumps, it climbed back down the ledge from whence it had came, and skittered, albeit somewhat cautiously, towards the pair. It came to rest near the crate that had delivered it, and peered upwards. It raised a front appendage for a moment. As if... Waving.

Though it was clearly unable to speak for lack of a mouth, it seemed as if it were not just saying hello with this wave. Through careful effort, it gently tapped together its two front-facing limbs, then pointed towards them. Then, it sat back. And waited.