UNSATISFIED |
UNSATISFIED Sunshine through blooming trees, Cheerful warbling, peaceful beauty. Yet, my mind feels hopeless, Making me feel utterly useless. Flowers in the wind, slightly rocking While all my ... Posted by Mnemosynea on Sun, 11 May 2008 03:41:00 PST |
CORE MECHANISM |
Some things my cyborgey-me think about sentience and so-called "inert" matter XD Had to write it down...CORE MECHANISM Clanking in a due order, kinetic While performing is so static Grotesquely mo... Posted by Mnemosynea on Thu, 08 May 2008 09:30:00 PST |
The Paradise of Bachelors and the Tartarus of Maids |
When I began that short story by Herman Melville I couldn’t imagine how industrial it was gonna be! The first part is a Melville-like story, but the second... oh my! You enter a cold and desolat... Posted by Mnemosynea on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 02:47:00 PST |
Ive Been Tagged! |
Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog with 10 weird, random things, facts, habits, or goals about yourself. At the end, choose 10 people to be tagged, listing their names and why you cho... Posted by Mnemosynea on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 10:30:00 PST |
DOOM MODE - [ON] (to be completed) |
[INTRO] *feeling restless MODE [ON]* "Have u ever felt like u were screaming, raging, exploding inside but couldn't get it all out?" *feeling restless MODE [/OFF]* "Have u ever played DOOM 1 A... Posted by Mnemosynea on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 06:45:00 PST |
BASIC V1.1 by [TBH] & Me |
10 REM ******************************20 REM * MNEMOSYNEA & TBH 2008 *30 REM * proudly present *40 REM * crazy evening v2.0 *50 REM *****************... Posted by Mnemosynea on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 09:42:00 PST |
gettin out |
A door opening on a new corridor. This one's full of lockers. Must be some kinda cloakroom. Most of em are locked. Here is one open...Let's see what's in it. Leather suit. Will do. No noise over here.... Posted by Mnemosynea on Sat, 29 Dec 2007 05:38:00 PST |
awakening |
Opening eyes. Rubble. Everywhere. Blend of metal and concrete. Get up. Seems every limb is workin. A corridor. In front of me. Thoughts blurred. Have to get out. Walking, avoiding sharp metal blades. ... Posted by Mnemosynea on Wed, 26 Dec 2007 10:35:00 PST |