darkness & rain,
i am immobile.

One day
We'll get out of this shitty apartment
One day
Is all it takes for things to turn around now
All I know
Is I got you and you got me babe
And when that morning comes I'll make coffee and you'll read the paper
We'll talk about our plans and I'll keep saying how lucky we are

One day
We'll get in the car and drive anywhere we wanna go
And then we'll stay in a five star mini bar luxury hotel room
Cause all I know is I got you and you got me babe
And when that morning comes I'll make coffee and you'll read the paper
We'll talk about our plans and I'll keep saying how lucky we are
How lucky we are
Oh oh ohh
How luck we are
Oh oh ohh
How lucky we are
Oh oh ohh
How lucky we are

Ooh ooh oh
Ooh ooh oh
Ooh ooh oh
Ooh ooh oh

One day
We'll turn on the tv and won't see nothing 'bout war
And when that morning comes I'll make coffee and you'll read the paper
We'll talk about our plans and I'll keep saying how lucky we are

How lucky, how lucky, how lucky we are
Oh
How lucky, how lucky, how lucky we are
Oh
How lucky, how lucky, how lucky we are
Oh
How lucky, how lucky, how lucky we are

Dearest Plague Rats,

So much to tell...bras thrown onstage (for Veronica), the police being called on me onstage (for supposedly starting a "riot"), Basil & Sir Edward joining me onstage (best night of my life, courtesy of Young Master Timothy who retrieved them for me from my cell -- who says good help is hard to find??), and endless, endless more, but, at this precise moment, I must away to packing for Germany (you are all coming to see me there this Saturday for the book reading, right?), then washing corsets in preparation for the 2nd leg of the N. American tour ('cause dirty crumpets smell bad and we sure as fuck don't get to wash this shyte on the road). I promise to use my plane flight of eternal length to document these shocking experiences for you so that I may post again once I reach my far-off destination.

I DO however have one bit of heart-bursting happiness to announce, and that is the following: I have only just received the very first hard-bound, complete, finished Asylum book! Your copies are being printed at this very moment over in China, but allow me to assure you that it is beyond anything you could possibly imagine, and I know this because it is beyond what I myself imagined. It is huge, it is heavy, it is epic. It is Everything. You think you know. But you have no idea...

Because I will now be able to read the story to you from this bound, final edition, I will no longer have to read from the lovely yet unbound test-print copy I've been mixing up the pages from as I attempted to read you bits during the VIP book readings on this tour. Thus! I have given the test-print copy I've been using to the Asylum, which has divided up the pages and is offering them, signed and personally notated, to you. Here is the first set:

Boohaaaah!! First Asylum book prints ever!!





This auction is only up for ONE DAY as I want to get items shipped off to you before I leave on the 2nd leg of the tour, so be fast or miss it. This highly educational "Leech" page is one of my favorites, and the other side of the page features the leech painting that is now printed on those lovely pink tees being sold at our tour merch stand (come on babies, you know I'm doing my god-damndest to get you out of black, why must you fight me so?).

Now, before I scurry off, let me say a quick quick quick thank you to my N. American Muffins, BECAUSE!!! You. YOU! You told us you were waiting for us in N. America, but the European Muffins took such good care of us that it took a long time to convince anyone on the biz end that we could come home and have an audience here as well. Honestly, nobody had very high expectations, except, of course, for me. I was betting on you, and you showed up in droves. You sang bloody loud. You got fucking crazy. You packed theaters in the middle of places we'd never been anywhere near before. You didn't give up on us coming back to you, and so we have given you the very best we have, our hearts, our souls, our "tea," Veronica's boobs, everything. You proved me right, and everybody else wrong, and that makes a suicidal girl very, very, very happy. You are the reason why a second leg needed to be added to the tour -- because everybody believes in you now. We did good, PRs. The hard part is over, and nobody will ever divide us again, not ever. You are soldiers now, and I'm marching beside you because you have earned the right to fight for the Asylum and all its inhabitants. Let's train, Muffins, because there is still much work to be done if we plan to spread the Plague to the rest of the known world and beyond. There is no rest for the wicked;)...

With Love & Bloody Crumpets from the Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls, Block B, Cell W14, Inmate A,
EA

P.S.
The Plague: Get it. Feed it. Spread it. Sluts.

P.P.S.
The Asylum Army: Are You Committed?



Links:
TOUR TICKETS ON SALE NOW!!!
Fan Forum and Home to EA's Journal Entries
EA's Official Site
EA's Official Shop: The Asylum Junk Yard
EA on iTunes
EA's "The Asylum Outcry" Video Podcast on iTunes
EA @ MySpace
EA on Twitter

Okay, something different this time.
Right now I'm trying to improve my skills with stock icons... actually this were my first tries ever, so please be nice, I'm still learning. ^^
Pictures were randomly found on the internet, so don't ask me where I got them. But if you want to have the original: I still have them for most of the pictures. ^^

( A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know. (Diane Arbus) )

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- go H E R E for my resources
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I am so depressed today. I am up at poets seat right now by myself. I slept through my first class and I am missing ten bucks blah. I feel like running away

Yes, another icon post from me and I have been in an iconing mood lately. Another multi-fandom post from me and credit nebulasan if taking and join/watch if you like what you see.

Ben 10: Alien Force: 15
Higurashi no Naku Koro ni: 24
Labyrinth: 15
Umineko no Naku Koro ni: 80
Total: 134

Preview:



( Even if this ruinous power returns all to naught, if you have love, then you'll see magic )

pictures of our bedroom :)

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i feel like my tumblr is a big concotion of things i yearn, love, am, and want,
in a way, a strange concotion of my insides in images on the outside.

http://cheaface.tumblr.com/

i have no one to talk to about the things that eat me alive.
the sadness that lingers in my soul, swallowing me right up,
torturing my temples, the spaces behind the sockets.
i end up just sounding negative, i can't explain how some things plague me.
the world, the routine of it all, the pointlessness of everything,
in the end. i don't want to think the thoughts i do,
but how do i make them go away, when they're stirring and spitting
all night, all day.

how do you just make yourself think happy thoughts?
how do you forget the cruelity of reality without losing yourself
in dreamworlds, fantasylands, or
how do you just live it out?
how do you convert to ignorance and forget?