Otherworld (v4) by MayuAmakuraTheGreat, literature
Literature
Otherworld (v4)
My love is a red, red rose.
Okay, so I know squat about roses, and seriously, who decided that the ideal symbol of love was something that wilts in hours and dies in mere days?
I guess that's why "a diamond is forever," as if that were any better. Why yes, love, you are thoroughly transparent and so hard that no one can get inside. But you are more precious to me than diam-... oh. Well, you're worth at least $514.63, anyway.
No. Screw that. Reset. Press Start.
My love is a survival horror.
Now there's a topic for me. So there I am, alone in the town, cracked lips, bitten-down nails, steel-toed boots, searching for the goal, search
Google Life (v4) by MayuAmakuraTheGreat, literature
Literature
Google Life (v4)
I can't tell you where to find
The Moment It All Fell Apart
but maybe I can help you look.
You should start around the bar
out by Bluff View.
A charming blonde man in a checkered dress shirt
will be flirting with a fat woman
who is not his wife.
He will not notice
that he spent his entire paycheck
on her.
If you see them,
then you know you're close to town.
Go towards the grocery store on Main Street
and then look for the white church on the corner of 9th and 3rd.
Near that will be a blue house with missing shingles on the roof
and red and yellow tulips planted in the backyard.
If you see a girl in white tennis shoes,
a rose
Prompt - Powell Imitation by MayuAmakuraTheGreat, literature
Literature
Prompt - Powell Imitation
Your weekend with the kids, you say?
Just a few then, not a problem.
Don't mind the hardwood,
it's heated. They'll sleep
just fine.
Just give 'em a pillow and blanket,
they'll be good. You know
kids. They bounce back
from anything.
C'mon, whaddya say, Scotty?
We haven't seen you in weeks.
Joan'll be here, watching
your kids. Like anything
is really gonna happen anyway.
You'll see 'em tomorrow
when they get up,
so come on out and
have a couple.
That's the spirit! Hop in, let's get
a 40, the good stuff,
the giggle juice, the hooch, the beast,
get slammed, get sloshed, get fucked up,
forget your problems, forget your w
Valentine's Day Special (v2) by MayuAmakuraTheGreat, literature
Literature
Valentine's Day Special (v2)
The room was lit with a gentle touch-lamp and cozied by a few candles, strategically haphazard. Slight but distinct, the scent of stewed meats and tender vegetables that had floated from the kitchen was beginning to distill into the air, broken only by some gentle vanilla incense still smoking away in the adjoining living room.
Casually slinging one leg over the other, a man, perhaps in his late thirties, reclined on his plush sofa and contemplated his younger partner, letting one hand drag through thick brunette locks thoughtfully. His gaze meandered over her skirted, wiry legs, parted shamefully by the duct tape that
List as Organizing Methodology (TBC) by MayuAmakuraTheGreat, literature
Literature
List as Organizing Methodology (TBC)
3 Bracelets, 2 Necklaces, 2 Rings, 1 Hair Clip, 1 Dress
She could feel them glaring at her from the closet. Even from inside of a small square plastic box fashioned from old cotton face pads that never really cleaned anything, she was sure that they were plotting against her. Somehow, the lid would pop and they would catch the light in a rush of glitter and memories that she would rather keep in the dark. Yet, each day, she would open the box, pointedly avoid three bracelets, two necklaces, two rings, and one hair clip while she pondered what else might match her outfit that day.
The first necklace had been a mission. At the end of her
Mismatched (v4) by MayuAmakuraTheGreat, literature
Literature
Mismatched (v4)
Welcome to Friday and another game of my half-lidded annoyance to your playful cheer in the soundproof arena that is your office (what, no spectators?). I assess you my opponent past the barrier of pearl-keyed Yamahas settled between us, quirky snippets of our banter sliding in next to eighth rests. Every smiling ray of sunshine you slam into me is a taunt to see how I'll eclipse you next, how I'll bleed all of your bouncing light into monotone puddles until there isn't so much as a glimmer left to ricochet off of the tiny glass saxophone perched in the nearby window. We talk of nothing of Playstations and Bizet and wh
First Memory in Sensory Detail by MayuAmakuraTheGreat, literature
Literature
First Memory in Sensory Detail
The carpet, patterned like fresh vomit, was matted beneath me, each coiled fiber seeming to house the entire dust bunny extended family. Somewhere around my collar hovered a miasma of stink from the dried piss of that fat bastard of a cat I had so many years ago, who lives on in Kodaks and kibbles of Nine Lives swept under the fridge alongside Mom's cigarette ash. My brother, laying atop the plastic reek of linoleum, squeezed chubby fingers around a molasses carapace, and with a conspiratorial, toothless grin to match my horror-screwed eyebrows, popped the squiggling form in his mouth. Poor thing probably never saw it coming at leas
Fragments (Based on a Song) by MayuAmakuraTheGreat, literature
Literature
Fragments (Based on a Song)
My brain is on automatic. No, not auto-pilot. That lets us fly and I have always considered myself a grounded person. I am a silhouette of myself.
He never loved her. Together they wrote the social contract, but she's not so good at keeping promises. He would have to find her again, but she is a ghost on the lake, the siren you can only hope never sings.
They say that acceptance is the key to happiness. Forget all grudges, forgive enemies, look to the future, all of that bullshit. Not everyone can stitch closed a rip. Ugly is branded on our retinas like the scars from the chicken pox you had as a child.
Otherworld (v4) by MayuAmakuraTheGreat, literature
Literature
Otherworld (v4)
My love is a red, red rose.
Okay, so I know squat about roses, and seriously, who decided that the ideal symbol of love was something that wilts in hours and dies in mere days?
I guess that's why "a diamond is forever," as if that were any better. Why yes, love, you are thoroughly transparent and so hard that no one can get inside. But you are more precious to me than diam-... oh. Well, you're worth at least $514.63, anyway.
No. Screw that. Reset. Press Start.
My love is a survival horror.
Now there's a topic for me. So there I am, alone in the town, cracked lips, bitten-down nails, steel-toed boots, searching for the goal, search
Google Life (v4) by MayuAmakuraTheGreat, literature
Literature
Google Life (v4)
I can't tell you where to find
The Moment It All Fell Apart
but maybe I can help you look.
You should start around the bar
out by Bluff View.
A charming blonde man in a checkered dress shirt
will be flirting with a fat woman
who is not his wife.
He will not notice
that he spent his entire paycheck
on her.
If you see them,
then you know you're close to town.
Go towards the grocery store on Main Street
and then look for the white church on the corner of 9th and 3rd.
Near that will be a blue house with missing shingles on the roof
and red and yellow tulips planted in the backyard.
If you see a girl in white tennis shoes,
a rose
Prompt - Powell Imitation by MayuAmakuraTheGreat, literature
Literature
Prompt - Powell Imitation
Your weekend with the kids, you say?
Just a few then, not a problem.
Don't mind the hardwood,
it's heated. They'll sleep
just fine.
Just give 'em a pillow and blanket,
they'll be good. You know
kids. They bounce back
from anything.
C'mon, whaddya say, Scotty?
We haven't seen you in weeks.
Joan'll be here, watching
your kids. Like anything
is really gonna happen anyway.
You'll see 'em tomorrow
when they get up,
so come on out and
have a couple.
That's the spirit! Hop in, let's get
a 40, the good stuff,
the giggle juice, the hooch, the beast,
get slammed, get sloshed, get fucked up,
forget your problems, forget your w
Valentine's Day Special (v2) by MayuAmakuraTheGreat, literature
Literature
Valentine's Day Special (v2)
The room was lit with a gentle touch-lamp and cozied by a few candles, strategically haphazard. Slight but distinct, the scent of stewed meats and tender vegetables that had floated from the kitchen was beginning to distill into the air, broken only by some gentle vanilla incense still smoking away in the adjoining living room.
Casually slinging one leg over the other, a man, perhaps in his late thirties, reclined on his plush sofa and contemplated his younger partner, letting one hand drag through thick brunette locks thoughtfully. His gaze meandered over her skirted, wiry legs, parted shamefully by the duct tape that
List as Organizing Methodology (TBC) by MayuAmakuraTheGreat, literature
Literature
List as Organizing Methodology (TBC)
3 Bracelets, 2 Necklaces, 2 Rings, 1 Hair Clip, 1 Dress
She could feel them glaring at her from the closet. Even from inside of a small square plastic box fashioned from old cotton face pads that never really cleaned anything, she was sure that they were plotting against her. Somehow, the lid would pop and they would catch the light in a rush of glitter and memories that she would rather keep in the dark. Yet, each day, she would open the box, pointedly avoid three bracelets, two necklaces, two rings, and one hair clip while she pondered what else might match her outfit that day.
The first necklace had been a mission. At the end of her
Mismatched (v4) by MayuAmakuraTheGreat, literature
Literature
Mismatched (v4)
Welcome to Friday and another game of my half-lidded annoyance to your playful cheer in the soundproof arena that is your office (what, no spectators?). I assess you my opponent past the barrier of pearl-keyed Yamahas settled between us, quirky snippets of our banter sliding in next to eighth rests. Every smiling ray of sunshine you slam into me is a taunt to see how I'll eclipse you next, how I'll bleed all of your bouncing light into monotone puddles until there isn't so much as a glimmer left to ricochet off of the tiny glass saxophone perched in the nearby window. We talk of nothing of Playstations and Bizet and wh
First Memory in Sensory Detail by MayuAmakuraTheGreat, literature
Literature
First Memory in Sensory Detail
The carpet, patterned like fresh vomit, was matted beneath me, each coiled fiber seeming to house the entire dust bunny extended family. Somewhere around my collar hovered a miasma of stink from the dried piss of that fat bastard of a cat I had so many years ago, who lives on in Kodaks and kibbles of Nine Lives swept under the fridge alongside Mom's cigarette ash. My brother, laying atop the plastic reek of linoleum, squeezed chubby fingers around a molasses carapace, and with a conspiratorial, toothless grin to match my horror-screwed eyebrows, popped the squiggling form in his mouth. Poor thing probably never saw it coming at leas
Fragments (Based on a Song) by MayuAmakuraTheGreat, literature
Literature
Fragments (Based on a Song)
My brain is on automatic. No, not auto-pilot. That lets us fly and I have always considered myself a grounded person. I am a silhouette of myself.
He never loved her. Together they wrote the social contract, but she's not so good at keeping promises. He would have to find her again, but she is a ghost on the lake, the siren you can only hope never sings.
They say that acceptance is the key to happiness. Forget all grudges, forgive enemies, look to the future, all of that bullshit. Not everyone can stitch closed a rip. Ugly is branded on our retinas like the scars from the chicken pox you had as a child.
"Love the mess." It's a mantra I have to repeat to myself over and over when I'm looking in the mirror. Although it could apply to any number of deep thoughts, for today, this is purely about vanity. If you're hoping for something introspective, this probably isn't the best entry.
I'm pretty critical about my appearance. I know I'll never be a beautiful person, and that's okay. Not everyone gets to be, and if beauty is the only merit by which I am being judged, then that says we as a people are at a pretty sorry state of affairs as morality goes. "Everyone is beautiful" is not a valid statement, by the way, and if you want to know why,
Right down to business. If you'll recall the previous list...
Rent - 585
Electricity - 100
Loans - 67
Gas - 40
Phone - 15
Cable - 132
Groceries - 75
Lunch - 60
Retirement - 40
Misc - 50
...I have put this budget into practice over the last month. Rent, loans, gas, phone, cable are unchanged, obviously. Electricity I managed to work down to roughly $80 of its projected $100. The apartment is nipple-achingly cold, but layers during the day and a heating blanket for about an hour before I go to sleep is working out decently well. Groceries are still up the air as estimates go, because I had my 25% discount day for working on Than
Starting with some lighter stuff, because this gets depressing further down. I finished Tomb Raider, which... well, I wish I had played it on Easy Mode instead of Normal. I did it because I was recording it for an audience, but it's a cover-based, third-person shooter, and as I quickly found out, I am NOT GOOD at that kind of game. It lacked the actual tomb raiding of the previous games and was instead very action-driven. There were optional puzzle tombs, and I kid you not, a braindead monkey could have done them, they were so easy. The story was decent, even if the ending was stupid and annoyingly scripted, and it had some fantastic set
Shindig at my house Sunday evening. If I don't talk to you before then I'll give you a call. Only gonna be a couple people with food and possible bowling, plus the usual movie deal.