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So, I'm seriously considering giving birth to a new name that I can surf on the internet without being recognized and being mocked by it. The truth is, I don't even remember how I came out signing myself as HONEYBEE; I was still in positively kinda-cute phase, I guess. But now, look at me, I'm too dark and twisted to pocess this sweet image. Sadly, I still couldn't think of any name except the one I have for years in my real life; lack of imagination. Well, we'll see.

Oh! And here! This is the most dangerous album through 2009: HOSPICE by The Antlers. It's not the kind of album that you can just carry it all the way, especially when you happened to have a family member or friend or lover killed by cancer, bone cancer actually. And I did. So, I need to prepare myself well before listening.
It's kinda like you're alone in a hopital, lying in a hospital bed. You can almost smell the bleach. Suddenly you are cut open from your chest to your belly; no blood sprinkling. And then you can see your own heart beating, strongly. You know that you're alive. But how can you be so alone and alive? Then your wound sewed. You can still see the stitches and feel that pain in your heart. You're tired of being alone in pain, but the heart beats so loud that it enables you to think of anything else. You close your eyes, sink yourself in the darkness. The one you love left, the smell of bleach left, the sound left, the world left. You have aN aching heart beating.

As I said, it's a dangerous album.
So, I'm seriously considering giving birth to a new name that I can surf on the internet without being recognized and being mocked by it. The truth is, I don't even remember how I came out signing myself as HONEYBEE; I was still in positively kinda-cute phase, I guess. But now, look at me, I'm too dark and twisted to pocess this sweet image. Sadly, I still couldn't think of any name except the one I have for years in my real life; lack of imagination. Well, we'll see.

Oh! And here! This is the most dangerous album through 2009: HOSPICE by The Antlers. It's not the kind of album that you can just carry it all the way, especially when you happened to have a family member or friend or lover killed by cancer, bone cancer actually. And I did. So, I need to prepare myself well before listening.
It's kinda like you're alone in a hopital, lying in a hospital bed. You can almost smell the bleach. Suddenly you are cut open from your chest to your belly; no blood sprinkling. And then you can see your own heart beating, strongly. You know that you're alive. But how can you be so alone and alive? Then your wound sewed. You can still see the stitches and feel that pain in your heart. You're tired of being alone in pain, but the heart beats so loud that it enables you to think of anything else. You close your eyes, sink yourself in the darkness. The one you love left, the smell of bleach left, the sound left, the world left. You have aN aching heart beating.

As I said, it's a dangerous album.
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