violence fetish

How do you sleep
When you live with your lies
Out of your mouth
Up from your mind
That kind of thinking
Starts a chain reaction
You are a timebomb ticking away

— “Violence Fetish” by Disturbed

I don’t know what my fascination is with mismatched eyes. Joce has ’em. Domynic will have ’em, if I ever figure out which other color I want and if I dare try to remove the hot glue holding his current eyes in (I really don’t wanna mess up his eye modding from the inside), and now there’s Jer with the same deal. Oh well, at least it’s fun to play with.

Sometimes I wonder if I should sell these eyes since I don’t use them as much as I should, but man, would they be difficult to get back again if I changed my mind. It’s easy to find pupilless eyes in 12mm for Unoa; not so easy to find them in 20mm for Syo.

Honestly, they’re not the right color for anything. They definitely don’t match Jer’s blue eyes, and their color-changing nature (depending on the light) is a little freaky. I guess they’re really only good for messing with stuff like this, semi-psycho Jer.

speak the truth

Speak the the truth
Or make your peace some other way
I never knew, but I believe that your trust in me
Oh, will speak to me

— “Speak” by Godsmack

I’d only meant to take a couple photos of Jer today, just a little something to break up the monotony of Domynic. After messing around with him for a while (gotta love those fist hands) and playing tag with the fickle sunshine, I suddenly realized that I’d filled up my memory card with his photos. Alas. I’m sorry they’re so awful – boring and repetitive and badly posed and pooly lit and all that other jazz I really need to improve on – but they’re done and that’s that.

Next time I’ll do better, promise.

loaded god complex

We’re going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we’re going down swinging
I’ll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

— “Sugar We’re Going Down” by Fall Out Boy

beaten fallen angel

Beaten fallen angel but I’ve risen again
And the power is inside me, I’ve decided to pray
As I wait for armageddon and it’s coming my way
It’s an honour to be chosen and I wait for the day

— “the Fallen Angel” by Iron Maiden

to see tomorrow

There’s a man who leads a life of danger
To everyone he meets he stays a stranger
With every move he makes another chance he takes
Odds are he won’t live to see tomorrow

— “Secret Agent Man” by Johnny Rivers