bending_sickle | Things *never* get better, they just stay the same, only more so.* (Reply)

I managed to read 4 - count 'em - pages of an article. Fuck me.

I had lunch and watched an old Lost episode. Enjoyed neither. Read a bit then YouTubed for clips of 1) Wild Africa Dogs 2) Lions and Tigers**, oh my! 3) Dr Who, Life on Mars and Spaced bloopers. Somewhat enjoyed the latter.

Lastly, posted 1) fanvid ideas, 2) shitty poems from 2001, 3) story ideas, 3) story outlines and 4) story extracts on

sickle_stories.

Here, have another Threshold by CRKiernan exerpt. But first, know that the author explicitly notes "This book is best read aloud."

Waking up on the floor, waking up on the floor a lot these days, dreamsweat chill and the gooeysharp aftertaste of Chef Boyardee in her mouth, and for a little while Chance just lies therestaring at the television screen. Familiar images to drive away the bad things in her head, John Wayne and Henry Fonda, black-and-white phosphor security blanket when there's no one alive she can call out to, no one to turn on a light and tell her it was only a nightmare and it's over now, no one to hold her or mumble something irrelevant and reassuring. Her left arm's gone to sleep, jabbing pins and needles when she rolls over onto her back to stare at the ceiling, the light and dark watercolor patterns the TV screen makes on the high ceiling.

Meme via

snowgrouse, who, coincidently, got the same result.