hey… whats going on?
I’ve been back to the nusstabox blog so many times in the last months and nothing new? what are you doing with your time hey? Bloody hell anyone would think you were some kind of artists thats got some sort of artists block or somthing… hey?
welll……
have ya?…..
It’s just about time you just sat down long and hard and wrote a big time pile of outporing rant driven crap about something that is on your mind or else no one will ever come back to the nusstabox to read the crap that you have to say? You think it’s all crap too… don’t you? But let me tell you… the little voices in your head are just that… little… and the ones that really count are waiting like the little children that they are for their turn to shine and shout and grow…. Isn’t it about time you told your little critic to just sit down for a bit? He doesn’t need to go away totally other wise you may descend into that place you were a couple of years ago… not that that was really bad, actually at the time it was just what you needed but at this time I feel you need a little bit of hard reality and a bit of self realization not coupled with huge experimentation…. Do you get it?
Knuckle down brother… where here to help you!!!!
Does this mean I am going to post more to the nusstabox….
mayby…
mayby it doesn’t.
There are strong maybes and weak maybes but if we all said maybe a bit more often… maybe the would would be a happier place.
: )
love ya!
lysieri wrote:
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The first time it happened, Adam was in the office gym. It was not his regular gym, but a small one high up on the silent upper floors. As he walks out, a piece of jagged metal in his hand grazes the arm of one of the corporate sentries, one of the unsmiling men who moves in the strange silent world of the upper floors. A deep gash in the skin that reveals, not blood and flesh, but a gleaming silver fluid, endlessly swirling, like molten metal. Adam is terrified. Then something hits him, and he rememberes nothing more until he comes around in a strange corridor with wide bell-shaped vases standing against the walls. He returns to work, and in the coming days convinces himself it was all a dream. But he still has that piece of jagged metal he picked up. And he remembers, weeks later, when a man is found dead in the strange corridor with wide vases against the wall, his body covered in welts the shape of long, curved eyes.
Posted 23 Mar 2009 at 7:52 pm ¶