The Scene of the Crime

and let's unveil your greatest alibi
as I watch you return to the scene of the crime
let's ask all your witnesses that will swear
that you were somewhere else that night
and I will stay awake and mine eyes won't rest,
I'll seek out the clues, may my efforts be blessed
I'll follow the trails till I find all the proof that I need
to relieve this ache from my chest

{ Cincinnati Rail Tie }

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pospreterito: a list of the books in the cataclysm trilogy ({stories} ..cataclysm series)
i may eventually be working on fic of my interpretation of the storyline of moon colony bloodbath, as soon as my "make everyone miserable" urges override the "write something you will actually enjoy writing" and "no not introspective lit-fic in genre fic trappings we have enough* of that" protocols.

*"introspective lit-fic in genre trappings" is possibly a good explanation of what i write, period. everything i write gets incredibly serious!! whoa no matter what i try to do? the formerly apocabigbang fic was just "ahahaha the indelicates and zombies" for christ's saaaaaaaake. most of my origfic also applies, it's just that i tend to take it slightly more seriously to start with.

if i'm using lit-fic trappings, hell, why not actually use ~~~symbolism~~~ too?

so, okay. diseases and parasites! this is a reference post for myself later.

there's a canonical song that set this off: sudden oak death! i mean
Lose a little feeling in my fingers,
gain an edge of panic in my face.
Search for some sign
to tell me just how long I've been here;
Overturn the place
Feels like each time my efforts fail,
the whole hillsides disapprove.
Feel like a man whose veins have frozen overnight
lying there trying to move...
Yeah, when the crack sounds in the wood,
you will know that I'm down for good.
And when the crack sounds in the wood,
you will know, old friend, that I'm down for good.
I want to try to stand my ground,
Dig my heels into the hills;
Hope someone will come to write my ballads
No one will
Sudden oak death is the common name of a disease caused by the oomycete plant pathogen Phytophthora ramorum. [...] Symptoms include bleeding cankers on the tree's trunk and dieback of the foliage, in many cases eventually leading to the death of the tree.
[...]P. ramorum was first reported in 1995, and the origins of the pathogen are still unclear but most evidence suggests it was repeatedly introduced as an exotic species. Very few control mechanisms exist for the disease, and they rely upon early detection and proper disposal of infected plant material.[...]
In Coast Live Oaks and Californian Black Oaks, the first symptom is a burgundy-red to tar-black thick sap bleeding from the bark surface. These are often referred to as bleeding cankers.

red to tar-black thick sap bleeding from the surface. dat imagery.

but what if we had more of dat imagery.

thus, ref list!

  • Cordyceps.
    When a Cordyceps fungus attacks a host, the mycelium invades and eventually replaces the host tissue, while the elongated fruiting body (ascocarp) may be cylindrical, branched, or of complex shape. The ascocarp bears many small, flask-shaped perithecia containing asci. These in turn contain thread-like ascospores, which usually break into fragments and are presumably infective.

  • Cestoda.
    Cestoda (Cestoidea) is the name given to a class of parasitic flatworms, commonly called tapeworms, of the phylum Platyhelminthes. Its members live in the digestive tract of vertebrates as adults, and often in the bodies of various animals as juveniles. Over a thousand species have been described, and all vertebrate species can be parasitised by at least one species of tapeworm.

  • Flukes.
    A species that exemplifies the remarkable life history of the trematodes is the bird fluke, Leucochloridium paradoxum. The definitive hosts, in which the parasite multiplies, are various woodland birds, while the hosts in which the parasite grows (intermediate host) are various species of snail. The adult parasite in the bird's gut produces eggs and these eventually end up on the ground in the bird's faeces. Some very fortunate eggs get swallowed by a snail and here they hatch into tiny, transparent larva (miracidium). These larvae grow and take on a sac-like appearance. This stage is known as the sporocyst and it forms a central body in the snail's digestive gland that extends into a brood sac in the snail's head, muscular foot and eye-stalks.

  • Guinea worms, or "sanke around a stick" according to my late-night fingers.
    There is no vaccine or medicine to treat or prevent Guinea worm disease.[9] Once a Guinea worm begins emerging, the first step is to do a controlled submersion of the affected area in a bucket of water. This causes the worm to discharge many of its larva, making it less infectious. The water is then discarded on the ground far away from any water source. Submersion results in subjective relief of the burning sensation and makes subsequent extraction of the worm easier. To extract the worm, a person must wrap the live worm around a piece of gauze or a stick.

bonus, for word-association:

He knows that if he's very good they'll send him back earthside again, and he won't have any trouble looking normal. He thinks it will be easier to blend in, now. Now that he has a secret, hard and bright in his bones, to hold him upright.

pospreterito: kneeling, black-clad man holding a woman in a lake red dress' hand ({relationships} ..i will do what you ask)
wrote a song. somehow despite it being 1:30am and full of blaring music, me full of headache and possibly slightly inebriated, i woke up this morning and the tune still worked.

did you know i only do optimism when i'm angry? i used to be a natural pessimist but now i am fucking furious so to spite all you hopeless misanthropists i am sure as hell that everything is going to be all right.

with thanks to actual person 084 and horse ebooks we present a song about the cartographer and the king bearing the title of:

defeating entropy with love and a fistful of nuclear warheads: the memory, the motion picture (it twines around your throat to whisper remix)

otherwise known as 'the teeth song'. )

EDIT:
[teeth song] demo by Al & the Dark Materials
pospreterito: a scattered pile of papers and drawings ({process} ..ar elegance and thought)
as long as actually explaining and indexing poetry and songs is something i seem to be doing these days:
  • i organise songs i write mostly by theme. this has resulted in having a rough idea of three things that will be albums as soon as i finish writing them.

  • since i am me, they are all of course being written simultaneously (by "written simultaneously" we may mean "being left for dead for ten months out of the year or more, but together!")

  • this actually started as a way to tell apart songs i was writing for the rock opera the short and graceless life of miranda clay from songs i wasn't
so now we have:
  1. The Short and Graceless Life of Miranda Clay, a rock opera about a legally blind girl who dies in a car crash and her kind of terrible friends and acquaintances and hallucinating bereaved girlfriend and how they get themselves killed or ruined or out of the whole mess

  2. Simon Says, an album in practice about reference jokes (it is where things like "i wrote an overqualified + a series of unfortunate events crossover as an allegory for the stages of mitosis" and "MOOOOM DOC SCRATCH WON'T GET OUT OF MY NARRATION MOM MAKE HIM STOOOP" go, and yes, i am not making either of these up, these are both legit songs i have written and am more or less pleased with, help) and in theory about the end of the world (hay simon haaaaaaaay) whether apocalyptic-scale or personal (or my favourite, both!)

  3. [citation needed], an album about... things that aren't simon says, the way ss was about things that weren't TSGLMC. tentative theme is "optimistic futures, also religion", which is a bad approximation of an impression you can kind of only get in my head by flinging the people's key at automatic over and over again.
so because i've never done so before, i went through two years' worth of month-by-month writing folders and pulled up everything that looked songish. APPROXIMATE TRACKLISTS AHOY.

this is going to be long.

because the things i do make sense. )
pospreterito: 'ifupdown' in two fonts (black on black, pink on black) ({stories} ..ifupdown)
in retrospect i am pretty happy with 1025 being called 1025 (love will tear us apart), actually. it's more empathy will tear us apart, or possibly misplaced human decency will tear us apart, or indeed this omniscient asshole will definitely tear us apart, but as symbolism -- even if i nabbed the line from the evelyn evelyn cover, eheh -- i feel it works.

(1025, for those of you just coming in, is one of the two songs on simon says that is actually flagrant homestuck fanfiction disguised as something with meaning. that's the theme of simon says, flagrant in-jokes disguised as something with meaning: see also IPMAT, biology mnemonics disguised as the song version of a softer world; sprechen sie englisch?, a song about the handmaid that got us "is it about the holocaust?" from l; the queen is from, an allegory based entirely on david koresh superstar; citrus, which i wrote to be the backbone for indelicates fanfiction for god's sake; etc. the other theme is apocalypses!)

one time (february 12, 2012, actually) i sang 1025 at my dad and he thought it was a mountain goats song.

the lyrics are as follows: )

and, yeah, the only reason i posted this was because i realised saying i possess Feelings about one stanza without context didn't work

(oh, and i just checked, and the verse/stanza distinction i was raised with was correct, if by this point practically deprecated; i enjoy apocryphal anachronistic accuracy the very very best, so)

so now that you know the song, what i was going 'siiigh yeah okay that's decent' about was twice-damned child, you have not been / trying very hard, have you? / oh, and if you fall behind, / i can't imagine what i'll do

which has, if anything, echoes of the kind of thing i heard all the time, back when i had religion.

so.
pospreterito: reads "saint stephen [the city without maps]" ({stories} ..saint stephen with a rose)
at some point i was going to write a story involving a girl named leda and her cohort of people bound to her in heart and soul and awkward bone marrow. you know. haphazard teenage not-cults, like. everyone but leda had animal names instead of human names, because of reasons.

(the reasons were entirely down by the water and that is fine you hush)

anyway, procrastinating, i came across del's october encounter with the lj markov generator, and okay, a lot of those sound like my song lyrics wow (have you seen my song lyrics lately? there are jews in, now!)

right anyway

this gives us, among others, When Fawn arrives, the three men are still red in the darkness, his mouth barely separated from the exciting centre of the world

and that is almost enough to force me to come up with a plot and characterisation and more than half-baked brainsketches, right there.

(if i weren't as impressionable as a dollop of warm wax perhaps i would ever, ever get anything done.)