Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 12:48 am
Oh, Siliconera...how I yearn for you, how I LIVE for you...
Every day of my existence is spent upon the protruding belly of a sumo wrestler in a sauna, searching the succulent folds of flesh for but a single shred of your life story.
And what will happen when I do find your life story? Then I shall yearn for your true appearance, the image you've kept hidden away in the omnipotent lunarian's chastity belt.
Groping through the flesh, I feel something, perhaps a slice of cheese, or a tuna fish sandwich. I close my eyes and pull it out. I sigh in relief, for it is you, or, to be more specific, the story of you.
Lights of every color imaginable dance before my eyes, and I feel myself lifting from my body. I do not fret, for I know I am being sent before you, Siliconera.
I close my eyes, perhaps because the light is blinding me. I hear your voice, and it is all around me. I open my eyes and the light is still there, as terrible and painful as before.
I listen to every word you say. I hear you tell me that I cannot see you, for I am not worthy. Tears flow from my nay-seeing eyes, for I am saddened by this unfortunate change in events.
And then you tell me that, despite my unworthiness, that I should be happy, for none have made it this far yet. I feel a tender hand stroke my left arm, and I shudder in innocent glee.
Then I feel my soul fall back into my body, but I am no longer in the sauna with the sweating sumo wrestler. I am in a field of flowers, their aroma blissful, their beauty overwhelming.
But still, such sensations feel so dull now, for everything is dark and dreary when compared to you.
I walk through the seemingly never-ending field of flowers, and soon a girl is in sight. Her hair is of a pure silver, and it flows over her bare torso. Even though her silver locks partially cover her groin, I can still see a cold, metallic belt.
She is perhaps the one true being that can still look somewhat beautiful, now that I've met you, Siliconera.
I chase after her, and she runs away. Our running speeds are eternally equal. But that does not matter. I will find you, I truly will.
I run, never tiring, through the flowery field, ever searching for your image, Siliconera.
Edit: Never mind, the images loaded...*cries*
Every day of my existence is spent upon the protruding belly of a sumo wrestler in a sauna, searching the succulent folds of flesh for but a single shred of your life story.
And what will happen when I do find your life story? Then I shall yearn for your true appearance, the image you've kept hidden away in the omnipotent lunarian's chastity belt.
Groping through the flesh, I feel something, perhaps a slice of cheese, or a tuna fish sandwich. I close my eyes and pull it out. I sigh in relief, for it is you, or, to be more specific, the story of you.
Lights of every color imaginable dance before my eyes, and I feel myself lifting from my body. I do not fret, for I know I am being sent before you, Siliconera.
I close my eyes, perhaps because the light is blinding me. I hear your voice, and it is all around me. I open my eyes and the light is still there, as terrible and painful as before.
I listen to every word you say. I hear you tell me that I cannot see you, for I am not worthy. Tears flow from my nay-seeing eyes, for I am saddened by this unfortunate change in events.
And then you tell me that, despite my unworthiness, that I should be happy, for none have made it this far yet. I feel a tender hand stroke my left arm, and I shudder in innocent glee.
Then I feel my soul fall back into my body, but I am no longer in the sauna with the sweating sumo wrestler. I am in a field of flowers, their aroma blissful, their beauty overwhelming.
But still, such sensations feel so dull now, for everything is dark and dreary when compared to you.
I walk through the seemingly never-ending field of flowers, and soon a girl is in sight. Her hair is of a pure silver, and it flows over her bare torso. Even though her silver locks partially cover her groin, I can still see a cold, metallic belt.
She is perhaps the one true being that can still look somewhat beautiful, now that I've met you, Siliconera.
I chase after her, and she runs away. Our running speeds are eternally equal. But that does not matter. I will find you, I truly will.
I run, never tiring, through the flowery field, ever searching for your image, Siliconera.
Edit: Never mind, the images loaded...*cries*
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