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: young man in black with a red tie against a red wall (Default)
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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: two hands conjuring fire ({stories} ..dae fire and fire)


today i got an email from northwestern university saying that they are interested in me as a student because of my 'high' (quotes because they were fucking abysmal and i hate everything, ahem) SAT scores. i have never heard of them before but people seem to like them and apparently they want me.

so i... guess if they don't have a supplement as detailed as, say, stanford's (good god, stanford, what is wrong with you) i... might apply. maybe.

even though i'm convinced either they suck or they sent me the email by mistake. maybe both.

it... still made me kind of gleeful for a while.

am i ever glad i'm over that, right.
pospreterito: black silhouette with white fire in one hand, green background ({stories} ..bracketverse arcturus)
i (know i say this every three months or so) think i might have hit the point of emotional maturity where i can actually kind of figure out characterisation by how i write people!

(yeah, now you know why i don't write much fanfiction. if i can't figure out my own characters' emotions and motivations without a few weeks to stew over it...)

but i keep having little epiphanies about people in the bracketverse, the kind of thing most people would... know before they start writing someone, probably. (i love that i have a meticulous timeline and i am still flying, screaming and reluctant and airlifted by several ducks, by the seat of my pants, and look, these purple jeans do not deserve that treatment.)

but previously i had broken cosma and ciel down by two things, in my notes for chondrilla juncea: she has "gravity and hatred of (falling)" and "failure and hatred of (falling as allegory)" (the worst thing for cosma noline is to fail at stuff). ciel has "air and hatred of (enormity), wind and agoraphobia" and "ignorance and hatred of (enormity and why can't i hold all this world)" (the worst thing for ciel noline is to not know things).

let me tell you about my characters, with citations, and spoil plenipotentiary, chondrilla juncea, there are bodies on the ceiling and they're fluttering their wings, and miscellaneous not-yet-posted 31_days things while i'm at it! )

and, on another note: if anyone is interested in beta-reading there are bodies on the ceiling and they're fluttering their wings for coherency, or indeed in helping me hash out a story i have not started yet but there's lovecraft and politics in and it's in theory for the icarus anthology, um, let me know, that would be awesome.