one of these days again

D-Shade Truth

HEY MAN WASSYUUIPO

HEY

Just be friends - Megurine Luka

Porcelain

Immortal voices that touched me with their image
They shine with inner joy
I imagine myself sitting on the top of the Celcius airship
And the blue sky of Spira sings me a lullaby
What a wonderful evening to be alive
This ship is made out of magic
Frolicking in the clouds soaring in the skyline wind
I have been in that holy innocence of friendship
May we meet again in my private fantasy
Where time flows like leaves in the Autumn gust
Wide spaces of vertical roads and boulevards
All manufactured by a place in our memory
A place where we will return to someday
It feels almost like a photograph
Its not moving but its real somewhere

Here in this spatial vortex of whenelse
Spinning for aeons and minutes away from tomorrow
Feelings turned to matter
And we don't have time to think
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The moon, a shaking heart in an unsteady mirror The stars, gentle tears in an overflowing stream

Isn't it beautiful, To walk together in each others hands I do so want to go, To your city, your house, into your arms.

That heart, held within your body In those confusing nights I dream

The wind, its halting words are a gentle illusion The clouds, the broken future like a distant voice

The moon, a heart flowing in the clouded mirror The stars, broken and swaying, Like tears unable to be hidden.

Isn't it beautiful, To walk together in each others hands I do so want to go, To your city, your house, into your arms.

That face, A soft touch, Dissolving into morning, I dream. lyrics: kazushige nojima

29th of October 2009

Today the sky was rather pretty so I took a snapshot for you.
Enjoy!

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The internet as a ghost place, if it had not come to being as a commercial entity.
In a cyberpunk world, a wireless network with adapters for communicating with nearby machines. An IP network of analog-fashioned computers built for laboratories, now sold in flea markets by immigrants. In a world where cyberspace is understood only by geeks surrounded by broken network adaptors and books about programming languages that were long since abandonded.



To use assembly in order to ping a pinball machine arcade at the edge of your city was a high to them. Their rooms lit only by the fan LEDs, network adaptors flickering lights and CRT screens , depicting a totally black screen overflowing with console commands in hex.
Smoking profusely even when they got sick of it. Thanks to their artificial lungs no harm done.

Photo from here