Journal Discoflamingo13's Journal: You and I are both the same. 2
DelaMorte: we kill out of indifference . . . out of love sometimes . . . But never out of hate. Now I don't know who's dead or alive. I'm sick of killing. So I'm leaving the game, brother. DelaMorte, DelAmore, bids you farewell, and is on his way.
Death: Where to?
DelaMorte: Better get out of here. Even the statues are talking.
Death: Where do you think you're going, if you haven't yet understood the difference, between Life, and Me?
--- Cemetery Man
Gentoo continues compiling. CS Capstone is on hold, until further notice, or my termination at the hands of my advisor. Math Capstone continues unabated, progress degrading only as consciousness itself is reduced to its finest particles in a swirling haze of caffeine and keyboard clicks. I'm sick of playing the game, Fairest, so for now, I relent. Again, with the relenting. So much to explain, and, for what it's worth, maybe I'll never be able to. Letters never sent.
I want to hold and kiss you in Paris,
I want to hold your hand in Rome
I want to run naked in a rainstorm
Make love, in a train, cross-country,
You put this in me
So now what, so now what?
Wating,
Needing,
Waiting
For you to justify my love
Hoping,
Praying
For you to justify my love
I want to know you
Not like that
I don't wanna be your mother
I don't wanna be your sister either
I just wanna be your lover
I wanna be your baby
Kiss me,
That's right,
kiss me . . .
--- Justify My Love, Madonna and Lenny Kravitz
(As covered by Front Line Assembly and Delerium)
Re:5am? (Score:1)
I wish I was on ICQ anymore. I finally found a new text-mode client, which will probably do wonders for my productivity come the summer.