ljNES ~ You are no god on this painting

Continuez.

It looks settled. Now I will see, I will most surely have time tomorrow, as school's off.

Also, with the update, I will tell you a secret; not about the plans I have with this themselves, but about how I write smoothly when updating; which might as well explain the rabbling.

Glad to see this continuing. Sorry to hear about your friend.

I'm also sorry to hear about your friend... I do hope this continues though.

i'm also sorry to hear about your friend... I do hope this continues though.

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me too .

lurker: Holy Snap. I'm gone for a while and the whole place goes to heck.

Sorry to hear about your loss.

OOC: I'll call for hiatus if necessary.

@LJ:

What's the status of this NES?

Just on hiatus. Trust me.

I hope it comes back as strong as I am sure you will friend.

~ ljNES ~
You are no god on this painting​

Update 2: Angst

See you there again. Never felt so loning how. Been out there my friend - seen to think I was a midget. But I was much more grand. Did noone see I shaded oceans? I was pretty tall to you, seen from what you thought you'd do. But I was never great enough. Never grand or shading hives of rolling dirtbones. I sought that travels that are supposed to take me out of the Painting, but I never saw me coming. My damn little sister continually painted me back on. And you thought it was romantic, I know, but it's only because in the end, you didn't care about my size. All the inches didn't matter, not even the seas. It was the colour I had, like everything else, transparent, black, and without another pattern than the gross hair covering my body. So there, I said it. You liked me for the damn colour, not the size of my arms. It didn't matter how much I could embrace you. So take your freaking brush and take it back to where you came from, since I don't need your colours on my skin. It's white already.

I want to escape the painting. In the end, I don't have the same essences as the terrorizing instances in here. They scare me. No matter where I travel to, they are dangerous, and they watch me all the time. But no matter how far I roam, the girl has her powerful hand holding me tightly against the canvas. I can't feel my eyes. Don't make me sta-

GRIPING, YOU'RE IN A FISHBOWL NOW BABY. Solidarity allows us to feel pathos, so I bow for your convenience with a smirk in my eye and that big cute wiggle with my buttocks to entise your brains. There, you're happy, you got your lunch. Since anyways, most of the things you see are earthly, and I'm the best you've got in here. Let me draw you something nice.

See? That wasn't so bad. I like the shape of it. The swan-like neck and beak, the tortoise shell and the tail that falls off like Donkey's from Winnie the Pooh. You'd love that, wouldn't you? But you had to get under covers first, and I'm not sure you'd appreciate my skin that way. I know that I'm the only one in the room, but... Do you have to be that desperate? This thing gives you pain of essence anyways. It's not like it's anything like the painting we're a part of. You'd still like it, you say? Okay, I'll share a bit with you, but only if you eat me first.

Last night you discovered your arm was modular. Taking it off, you placed it in front of yourself to watch it twitch. It kinda needed the pumping blood from your heartbeat to live. But the arm dying, you still saw it being material, no souls left it. Disappointed and dark, you returned to your bed again, but in your sleep the will of the dropped arm began clutching your neck tightly, you couldn't get it off. This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't removed it. Don't be so experimental, it could even have plundered the fridge or stolen from you or something. Or mated with the lamp. Strangled, you began seeing that the arm was nothing but something you wanted to let loose. Loose yourself, you are untied from your bed, and the days and nights. Wandering a bit, you realize you still have to consider and that everything is the same, even though you are dead. So nothing really changed. All this ended with was you getting hurt. Don't put so much effort into it.

Caused to blind you a bit and then hurt you a little, dysfunction of care and despair. All the paint was to give you a canvas to look on, but nothing that was there was there. You still see it and grow quite annoyed from the thought that you'll never see the other Painting next to yours - because he must've painted more, must he not?

"Don't cry so hard, little one, that arm was not lost for nothing. Even though the dogs might only tear it today and eat it tomorrow, you will realize that the area left of your body is the place for your left arm. It not being there doesn't mean it's not the place for the arm. Say, isn't this intriguing, that the arm is still left of your body? Do come closer, I'll comfort you a bit. See, laws tell you that where your arm should belong is left of you. That arm missing, must that not mean that the value of an arm is readied to be placed left of you? So keep on smiling, so don't, don't worry, I'll hug you a bit to make it all go away. I'm always nurturing about the puny small spots spread all over my painting. I mean, it's not like they are beautiful or anything, these damn markers are just mistakes, proofbound eternally to my stupid canvas. And no matter how flowery my motive is, I don't have anymore colours than I do. Some things just don't exist. Since those things didn't belong there. Not even the stupid spots. Now get out."

Roaming the streets a bit, I fell to my knees. Clinging my bleeding shoulder a bit, I twitched a bit to look backwards. I couldn't see her through all the snow falling down over the peaceful city. It was so dark now. I had to move onwards, but the pain was so severe. If I only could get one step further, I could reach the mobile phone I dropped earlier today. But it was out of batteries, wasn't it? I didn't really recall at the time. My head burst with stinging exhaustion, but I knew she was back there somewhere. I felt it pour out a bit in between my fingers, I know I had to be dripping on the pavement. I could see the red colours spread throughout the snow. Just so much that it was noticable, but also so little that it was unimportant. I was so angry that the blood dripping, making traces of my lost arm that way. It's not like I had anything else to pull off. But she was still coming. And it was closer for sure. No matter how hard I tried to find out why she was following me, I didn't even concentrate. The snow was too dense, I had too little blood, I had some swan/tortoise/donkey action figure in my pocket, and I was so confused why it had to be me that was searching for the reason why she hunted me. No matter how hard I tried, the swan came from behind and thrusted its beak deep within my back, causing the pain to go away before it returned with me stopping breathing.

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Stats later. After stats have been posted, one week to the deadline.

I said this would live again. I'll be awaiting your input.

Yay!!!

Yay! Awesome, LJ. Unfortunately, I'll be gone for a week starting tomorrow morning, and I'll need a couple of days after coming home to get my input written.

Also, I cannot see the attached pic. Please attach it in .png

Weird. I can't either. I'll reupload it.

I never doubted you lord_joakim!

I must say I have no clues as to whats actually going on here though. Maybe I'm looking at it too literally. I need to meditate and raise my consciousness to a higher level

As long as this is a good "outlet" for you, i'll continue to support it.

No you need to eat a milky way bar.

LJ already spoiled what it was about to me. ;D

But yeah, good stuff. On a related note, I'm going on vacation for three weeks, so if an update happens, please NPC me!

So, what's the situation here? Do we each get new 'whispers' to base new letters on?

Seems a bit quiet