a_call_to_arms werewolf amidst the clotting dust, under darkened skies, visions were hidden, the motions of war, the arch of an axe, the fatigue beyond dodging were seen in ravages, like the strike of an asp, or the fury of lightning. Men's minds are apt to dream in sights like these, to see our legends hold true, to embark on journeys, thinking they can only bring the familiar destination. But tonight, the language of flies and shrieks have humbled us. Tonight in the bodies of the two most noble amongst us, all of the visions we have imagined collapsed like a last breath. In battle, the proudest have finally failed. And with them, we have lost parts of ourselves that we always imagined were in them alone. But their legacy now, rests solely in the strength of this moment. If they are to remain heroes, it will be by our courage alone. Their hearts have long stopped pounding like drums in their chests, have long stopped calling blood, pulling blood, pushing blood. Their hearts no longer beat. But we mustn't forget that rhythm, that driving rhythm. Rest most glorious warriors amongst us. Go down to the tumultous earth where war and paradise are forever one. Ever the truest amongst us, you are satisfied perpetually while we fight for illusions. You conquer in a way we cannot, and we are always behind you. Tomorrow though, we march. We make the land that claimed your bodies our own. 020922 ... in the black lodge i am the arm and i sound like this (woowoowoowoowoowoowoo...) 020922 ... stork daddy that's how arms get broken. 020923 ... lobsterman i decided today that my motions will be calm. my motions will be exact. and my motions will be powerful. most people cannot maintain that all the time...neither can i. but it's only a two day tournament 020923 ... sab and i guess you kids thought i was joking 031224 ... x a sick_of_it_all album 031225 ... egger . 031225 ... oow oow oow og i mra eht ma i this reminds me of a very bizarre Stephen King story where a surgeon's hands become sentient unto themselves and decide to kill his wife and then cut themselves off of his body, succeeding in freeing one before he is hospitalized and tormented by both of his hands who then cause the other hands to similary rid themselves of "the tyranny of the body" causing all sorts of bloody mayhem until the surgeon tricks the hands into committing mass suicide by claiming to be their messiah and leading them into jumping off the hospital roof with him 031225 ... a short story by Stephen King "The Body Politic" 031225 ... misstree actually, that's clive_barker. just reread that the other day. 031226 ... bird oh yeah...duhhhh...i forgot... when i first read it, i was reading both King and Barker short collections (Skeleton Crew by King and a set of the Books of Blood) by both at the same time and then saw some weird little anthology movie that had stories written by both in it as well as one from someone else (John Carpenter, i think) danke for the correction 031226 ... more bird I don't remember the name of the movie, but Body Politic was the Barker story in it. 031226 ... mt bah! i was just about to ask you the name of the movie, too. :P 031226 ... birdmad checking IMDB "Quicksilver Highway", originally made for Cable, i think... turns out Chattering Teeth is the King Story and there were only two stories in it. 031226 ... marked . 031227 ... girl_jane Oh...to be called to his arms...to be invited by his lips...only to be kept away by my guilt of what could happen... 031227 ... . compelling you to resist resist resist 031227 what's it to you? who go blather from