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Well i just thought id post Samis found a band to do voclas for im really happy for her shes got a georgus voice hopefully they say yes she has alot of talent so just wanted to wish good luck and anyone else who wants to post here (looks at stormy)
Crypt_Child · Sat Sep 23, 2006 @ 01:24am · 2 Comments |
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Just to let you know im still alive |
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Havnt gotten round to anything lately did go to the royal adelaide show though one of the store chicks got scared and didnt give me my showbag i got a crap caracture drawn (ill scan soon) and bought a ring (wow big spender) and colored contacts i can have david bowie eyes now *grin*
I enjoyed my day with Sami there jimi bougth a stupid jester hat from the rave zone i wanted oen but didnt get it pity they didnt have goggles meh.
other than that drum lessons,spending alot of time with Sami, Painting, reading pet Semetary by Stephen King and eating razz
Crypt_Child · Sat Sep 02, 2006 @ 09:40am · 1 Comments |
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Pain… It sears… Pain… It burns… I only saw her yesterday and already yearn for her more… I wish I were there to hold her I wish I could see her smile But yet lately… She’s been saying things… Things like… What IF we don’t last… What IF we get bored of each other… I hate hearing it… It’s like she’s saying it WONT last… We WONT love each other forever… I cant stand it… Then I think what if… What if I do lose interest or she does… What if were not meant to be… I hate these thoughts… I hope we last… I love her so much more than I can express… I hope were together… Always… Not for sex… But to hold her… Be there for her… Love her… I can’t help but smile when I stare at her face… She’s gorgeous… I hope we last… People like me were never supposed to fall in love…
Well another of my bad poems eh practice makes perfect well havnt been up to much sami got me this leather jackect which is teh secks razz and its been our two month anniversairy last week i bought ehr a 65 dollar necklace from alchemygothic (website links in my profile) and shes angry cause her gift she ordered ahsnt come in lol umm other than that ill be putting up soem more water pictures soon of me and my art and other than that nothing much really but as for the people who comment on my profile and actually like to be friends thankyou lol
Crypt_Child · Mon Aug 21, 2006 @ 12:20pm · 2 Comments |
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Alice chapter 3 (so far last completed chapter) |
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Chapter 3: Wonderland Maimed
“…Alice…”
She lay on the floor, broken.
“…Alice…”
Of course, Alice couldn’t have really survived the fall.
“…Wake up, Alice…”
A small flame appeared in front of Alice’s carcase then in a big Wisk of flames out materialized, sharp, yellow human like teeth. Shortly after followed by a head, and it was followed by the body.
It was the Cheshire cat.
He had changed a lot he had yellow, sharp human like teeth with yellow glistening eyes and an earring in one ear. Not much fur but he was almost anorexic as his rib cage was showing along with his bony paws, slinky body and skinny legs, obscure and arcane symbols carved into his body glowing purple, moved with every movement of his muscles.
“Alice, it’s time to wake up…” He said while grinning in Alice’s way.
But of course she wasn’t getting up that easily as he had hoped. If she was to save wonderland then she would need to be able to take some blows.
“She’s a fragile little girl and you expected her to shrug THAT!”
“She will have to go up against things more lethal than mere gravity.”
“But maybe she’ll be expecting it NEXT TIME.”
“No point in bickering now,” he said licking his lips.
The Cheshire cat had come to the strange habit of talking to him self. It wasn’t just because that way he got sensible answers, but he was always around when he needed him self.
And that way, if his companion died, he wouldn’t be in a position to cry.
“…You still remember…”
He didn’t have time for memories.
He lifted his bony paw, and a razor sharp claw popped out of the fingers he placed it over the left side of his chest.
“Sacrifices must be made,” he said as he sighed.
He sliced a cross on his chest
“And this is not the last one.”
There was pain, lots of pain. Pain engulfed him, strangled him, burned him, burned and froze him as he ripped a part of his, meta-essence, his very soul, straight from his living body while murmuring to Alice as she slept “Meta essence is the life force of Wonderland Alice, collect it and you’ll retain your sanity, but remember that of you enemies is especially potent collect it and use it wisely.”
Pain, overwhelming.
Burning, searing, cutting, shredding.
Paralysed.
But he couldn’t give in. If the Cheshire cat succumbed to the pain. He’d die. And then Alice would die, and then the Queen of Hearts would rule over all. Trying to stay as focused as he could with the agony that was shaking his body and fogging his mind, he managed to seal his wound.
But now wasn’t the time to celebrate yet. He had to quickly gather the released Meta-essence, and fuse it into a crystal. If he failed, he’d have to bleed again. And he wasn’t sure he could survive another try.
He held out his aching paw, and formed a heart in the air. Gripping the earth, trying not to faint, he forced the released energies into the crystal heart. It filled up with the sweet and healing purple dust know as meta-essence, and closed with a click.
He saw the beautiful crystal heart, floating in the air before him. The way the light broke as it passed through…the way it seemed to shine…so perfect…
Then everything went hazy for the Cheshire cat, and then he collapsed with a small poof of dirt in the air.
“Losing may not be,”
“My dear exhausted friend…”
Out of the corner of the eye he hadn’t totally closed he saw a small mouse suddenly run up to him and begin to nibble on his tale. It wasn’t much a pain as it was annoying, but it was a chance.
Slowly her raised his paw and brought it down with fierce speed SMACK!
With a splat, the mouse lay smeared all over the general vicinity of his tail, soaking the earth with fresh blood.
And the earth drank.
From its wrecked entrails came fourth dust, so purple, so perfect.
“Need, Must have. NEED, MUST HAVE!”
It danced around the cat for a brief moment, and then formed a small pyramid.
His heart sang with joy as he consumed it, for he knew he would live to guide Alice.
“You/Me may live to see this land redeemed” he said to himself as he got up and licked what ever fur he had left.
But now that he lived, one that was more crucial did not.
He took the great shinning crystal heart, and taking great care not to let it pass into him, he stuffed it deep into the chest of dead but dreaming Alice.
“Wake up, Alice…It’s time to wake up…time…”
Alice awoke, opening her eyes to gaze around the ragged and destroyed land. The hate and malice that had twisted it to its festering core had not omitted a single inch.
“You should have never brought her into this. Look at her! So fragile, so defenceless. Why did you damn her to the sick and disturbing hellhole you live in?”
“She is our saviour…well at leats that’s what rabbits been telling us,” the Cheshire cat said Turing his head as if he were talking to some one else rather than him self.
“She is a little girl, traumatized and left in a loony house for YEARS! She hardly even saved her self!”
“The land stands still. She guarded her sanity for years, haunted and hunted by terrors of her own make. The ones that you fear most. She will win. She will win for all of us!”, said the cat flashing his yellow eyes.
The Alice rubbed her eyes and every thing started as a haze but then got clearer.
“Ah my jewel has awakened.”
“Bet I can guess the first thing she’ll say”
“Uh…Where am I?”, Alice confusedly said while rubbing her head.
“I WIN!” The Cheshire cat yelled to him self.
Slowly, Alice rose from the ground, her back aching and head pounding. Then, like a slap across the face, her question answered it self, as her vision cleared, and the blurry shapes that formed her surroundings left were replaced by a grotesque and nightmarish view of Wonderland.
The sky was gaping blackness, a dark and cold void above their heads. Shadows swirled in and out of that hateful dark, a gloomy display of the sinister power which had claimed this land.
The Cheshire cat noticed what Alice was staring at.
“Wonderland has suffered much since you left Alice.”
His eyes gleamed at her and his dark earring shun in the dim light of wonderland.
“Don’t Dawdle Alice, time is of the essence!”, said a familiar voice.
It was the Rabbit he had changed his teeth had gone long and crooked he wore black leather gloves and a burgundy waist coat with a black top hat.
Alice noticed he was pulling up his shirt.
Why she wondered then found out.
His clock was inserted in his stomach.
He opened the huge clock door in side was a glass clock, Alice could see his innards which made her sick at the sight of his beating black heart as he checked the time with his twitchy nose and jumpy voice.
He closed the watch with a splash off blood.
Then hopped off around the corner and Alice then faced the cat.... “You’ve gotten quite mangy Cat! But your grins a comfort”, “I see you’ve picked up an attitude my girl I hope your still open minded and willing to learn”.
He grinned in her way Alice noticed her reflection his is yellow teeth.
“Wonderlands gotten quite strange how are one to find her way?”
“As knowing where you're going is preferable to being lost, ask. Rabbit knows a thing or two. And I, myself, don't need a weathervane to tell which way the wind blows”.
“Let your need guide your behaviour. Suppress your instinct to lead. Pursue Rabbit,” Then the cat phased out of existence in anothery fiery bang only leaving behind his demonic grin and yellow eyes.
Alice walked forward and glanced around the odd room it seemed very familiar. The floors were tiled black and white, the seats and chairs all crooked.
She looked up as she heard the ticking if the grandfather clock.
Its pendulum swinging back and forwards its crooked sides Alice watched as it swung back and forwards.
Hundreds of doors were lined up wall to wall.
Then Alice noticed something that was on top of a table she wandered over gracefully.
The Table was strangely familiar it was glass and had three feet, on top of the table was a knife.
When Alice was close to the blade, she realized it was her most trusted possession in wonderland: her precious vorpal blade.
Gently touching it, Alice felt the smooth, wooden, taped up handle, giving her chills throughout her body. She felt safer and more comfortable than she was before.
Taking it off the table the Cheshire cat appeared again in a bang of flames, “Your knife is necessary but not sufficient, always collect what’s useful. Reject only you ignorance and you may survive.”, he whisked out again in a burst of flames.
Then Alice noticed Rabbit in the room.
She walked over him to talk to him but he shrank to the size of a mouse and walked through a small door it had a familiar knob on it, Alice wanted to follow but couldn’t then she heard a slam of a door and footsteps coming closer too her.
Grasping her blade in a form of a butcher knife, she held her breath-
Then suddenly she saw two club men charge after her with long metal staffs covered in spikes. Alice kept her blade behind her back to look innocent.
“There she is! Off with her head!”
“Gentlemen I don’t know what you’re talking about I’m only a small innocent girl”.
Her eyelids darkened and she drew out the blade “But sometimes innocence is lost with maturity”, she said darkly and swiftly.
She charged and slashed one of the guard's head off, watching the blood drip down the shiny blade. Alice wiped the blade on her apron and then she remembered how fun it was to slice them into little pieces and watch them limp in agony....
Tick-tock, Tick-tock, Tick-tock, Tick-tock
Her frown turned into a dark smile “Now…who’s next!”, she aimed at the head of the other cardsman and flung the blade toward the cardsman, knocking him down hard. Watching it squirm in pain, she slowly walked toward the dead cardsmen and pulled out her Vorpal blade.
She held up the blade in front of her. It was the size of her arm with a small crooked shape she watched the drips of red blood ooze down the blade.
Calmly, Alice took her thumb and rubbed against the sharp edge, feeling pain and excitement; she gazed at her bleeding thumb and licked it. Then she wiped the blade on her apron and sung a song.
"The Queen has reign and ruled over fools but never shall get this soul of solitude"
Alice wiped more blood onto her apron and the Cheshire cat appeared “Good Alice your learning how to channel your anger into the queens tyranny.”
“Yes but how am I going to get after rabbit I need to get as small as a mouse.”
Alice fiddled around with her vorpal blade then said “So how do I get small?”
“Calls for serious twisting, you’ll need to go sideways, not forward. If I knew how, I'd go sideways myself.”
“Not twisted, Small. I wish to become about this big” Alice replied while squeezing her fingers together to show the cat what size she wanted to be.
“Try drinking the grasshopper tea on the table.”
“Yes that might work, just depends if she drinks the right amount”
“She knows what she’s doing, she’s been here before remember”
Alice looked strangely at the cat as he talked amongst him self, turning his head as if someone was next to him.
“What tea?”
Then magically the grasshopper tea appeared on the table, the tea pot had grasshopper legs and the nozzle was a grasshopper head, Alice watched as it hoped around aimlessly.
Alice went over to the table again and picked it up and started to drink the tea.
It was quite hard as it jumped around in her hands but she managed to get some drink in her mouth.
“Quite an absurd flavour I must say.”
Soon after that Alice started to shrink she watched as her once large hands got smaller and smaller in front of her eyes.
Once Alice was small she ran to the door and tried to turn the door knob.
She jumped a few time the grabbed hold of it she swung back and forwards to make in turn but startled by an “OW!”
Alice now remembered the door “Oh it’s you again!” he said angrily.
How can I get through I must follow rabbit!
“Well a key’s needed Alice like last time.”
“Last time wasn’t so horrible to look at” Alice murmured as she noticed the engravings of death around the door and the handle shaped as a skull.
“Oh where can I find a key?”
Alice walked off but stoped as the Cheshire cat burst in, in a blast of demonic fire, in front of her path way he had shrunk too.
“Doors have locks, locks need keys and keys you don’t have, so let’s just hope those doors are open.”
“And if not there may be more than one way to skin a cat, if you’ll pardon the expression,” replied Alice while swaying back and forward. “Most unpleasant metaphor, please try to avoid it in the future,” he said as he faded off.
Alice walked back to the door knob and held out her blade while grinning.
“W-w-what’s that for?” the door knob said suspiciously.
Alice jumped onto him and jammed her vorpal blade in the lock.
“OW! OW! STOP THAT!” he yelled as Alice fiddled around with the lock.
Soon Alice herd a click she drew out the blade and the door swung open. “Ugh! I hate this job” the door moaned.
Alice stared through the arch, the arch had symbols of hearts, diamonds and spades on it, blood dripped through the cracks of the bricks.
As Alice and the cat walked through light shone on them.
Alice stopped Wonderland wasn’t as she remembered thorns grew everywhere, the ground was dying and giant mushrooms grew everywhere.
Fungus grew all over the trees and the only healthy looking thing was the huge pools of water everywhere.
Alice sighed and went on walking.
Thats all iv completed so far hopefully some more art and photos will be posted as soon as soemthing interesting happens other than my crappy birthday today rolleyes more comments would be helpfull to see if this story is going well so far and anything youd like to see incorporated
Crypt_Child · Thu Aug 10, 2006 @ 03:13pm · 1 Comments |
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Water color depiction of manson i did for sami it's taken in her room water color and pencil took 3- 4 days.
enjoy well other tha showing off work last weeks havnt been anything interesting except spending time with sami my birthdays quite soon as its the 11th of august and yeah preety much it except i need more money gonk
Crypt_Child · Tue Aug 01, 2006 @ 01:35pm · 1 Comments |
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Chapter 2: Dementia
AAAAAAAAALLLLIIICEEEEEEE
What is it like to have your world shattered?
To watch helpless as you family burned, unable to help, and to survive?
You know you weren’t meant to stay alive…
YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED ALICE!
So she ignored the voices and the pain as her fragile little mind rocked and tore at it self, forever playing the same vision of her parent’s death like a broken gramophone.
She covered her self with a mental patient blanket, as a child would hope it would protect them from the monsters in the closet.
Only a part of her knew it wouldn’t work.
“Alice? Are you listening?”
Alice took of the blanket and got up and saw a man on a chair sitting in her room it was her curator at the Rutledge Asylum. His name was Thomas.
“No” Replied Alice with no emotion in her voice.
Alice was 14 she was thrown I the Rutledge mental asylum at 7 as people thought she had gone mad from her parents death because of her incessant ramblings about Wonderland and people she met there.
She stared at Thomas; he noticed the rage boiling inside her eyes.
“I’m Foreboding a presence in this place”
Thomas gave Alice a puzzled glance.
He saw the fire shining in her green eyes. “Yes well… just come over her sunshine.”
“Don’t call me sunshine,” Alice replied with a twitch in her eye.
“What’s wrong Alice you’ve been like this all day?”
“My parents are gone”
“What else is wrong Alice?”
“Something is broken”
“What is broken Alice?’
“I am…”
Thomas got a bid scared and sorry for a moment but then went back to waiting for Alice to come over.
She gingerly walked over to the old sofa and sat down.
“Now Alice in going to hold up a few cards and tell me what you see okay.” Thomas took out three cards with ink blots on them and showed the first to Alice.
“So Alice what do you see?”
“It’s…my f-father… he’s burning.”
Thomas in shock pulled out another card hoping for something much more pleasant to be said.
“It’s that mangy cat his demonic grin and those blasted eyes…”
Thomas wrote a note down in his book then said to Alice. “Before I show you the next card I want to ask you something… this cat? Describe him for me please.”
Alice handed him a picture she drew earlier on.
Thomas stared at the cat hanging from the tree its grin, the tattoos and the earring.
He wrote down in his book “It’s is a very strange cat indeed, like none I have ever seen before.”
Alice felt a sharp stabbing pain in her chest after looking at the card.
He held up the last card for Alice. “It’s my home, Wonderland, destroyed.”
He gave her another puzzled glance as he put the inkblots away.
“Alice”, he spoke, “Wonderland is not real it is a fantasy”, Alice gave an evil glare at her councillor.
“NO! WONDERLAND IS REAL!”, she screamed as she shot up from the sofa.
She held her stuffed white rabbit close to her chest as she started to cry.
She fell to the floor, hugging her rabbit close. “Alice, get up its ok!”, Thomas yelled.
Alice screamed and threw her rabbit at the rain stained window. “I—it is real!” she sobbed. “It’s my home.” She fell to the floor.
After a while she gently cried herself to sleep, dreaming about a place where she grew up. WONDERLAND.
Later that night Alice awoke on the cold padded floor, the moon light broke through the barred window.
Alice sat up right and hugged Mr.Bunny then her eyes meet his and his stitched mouth opened.
“Save us Alice!”
Then Alice found her self falling down her rabbit hole as she did 7 years ago.
Then she heard the Cheshire cat silently recite…
“Beyond a shattered looking glass…”
“Fairytale becomes nightmare…”
“Imagination becomes madness…”
“Toys become weapons…”
“Friend becomes foe…”
“And time is running out…”
“Alice grew up…”
“So did Wonderland…”
Slowly, pawns and royals rolled and fell past her.
52 cards, no more, no less.
Down the rabbit hole Alice fell a swirling nether it was.
And the pawns, the cards of 52 and a clock.
Tick, Tock.
Tick, Tock.
Tick, Tock went the clock falling down the rabbit hole.
Tick, Tock.
Tick, Tock.
second part iv done fan art for this aswell as for my day oh shitty tried getting my hair chemically straightened ate at my hair dye didnt work so have to straighten my hair now but tis finally long *dances* need to put red in it hopefully note to all people get sued to straightening chemically straightening ruins everything and doesnt work!
Crypt_Child · Wed Jul 26, 2006 @ 12:24pm · 1 Comments |
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This is basically the first chapter of the story im working on which is rpeety much a ******** version of Alice in wonderland a more grotesque view of lewis carrols vision if we may say ill post it bit by bit its not done yet but want to know what some people think its preety much a fan story for American Mcgee's Alice.
Chapter 1: Burning Curiosity
Tick, Tock.
Tick, Tock.
The clock went, resting on the shelf of the warm fire place.
Tick, Tock.
Tick, Tock.
On the table a deck of discarded cards lie on a chess board, a few old letters, an old petroleum lamp next to a pile of books and a picture of a loving family. A strong and graceful father, a caring kind mother who both loved the child in the middle.
Alice was the girl in the middle she was sleeping, eyes closed, dreaming…
“Wake up Dormy; it’s time for the tea party!”
Alice yawned and rolled over in her bed while clutching Mr.Bunny, she was in Wonderland taking tea with her friends.
“I’ve got one! Why is a raven like a writing desk?”
Dina Alice’s cat was sleeping on the desk next to the books.
Dina was basking in the warmth of the fire place she got up to stretch her muscles her leg hit the stacked books.
Dina screeched and darted.
The towering books swayed back and fourth and then with out an ounce of effort collapsed, knocking over the petroleum lamp.
The lamp fell to the floor shattering into hundreds of pieces the sound echoed but nobody in the house heard the silent shatter of glass. None received a warning.
Tick, Tock.
Tick, Tock
Tick, Tock goes Mr.Clock on the desk waiting for time to come to a halt.
The oil inside the lamp seeped over to the fire like a serpent across the carpet to the fire locked away in the fire place.
Freed, it sought what it had been denied for so long, fire.
The flames evidently shot up, the flames burned, and the more they destroyed the more they consumed, the more they burned and consumed even more. An ever repeating circles that when all is ash and none only stands, and only then the fire dies, its own victim.
The house was on fire! A burning hell filled with choking smoke and scolding heat.
Alice awoke to the screams of her parents and the cracking of wood.
Burning, Burning.
The flames that scold and the smoke that chokes.
BURN!
Alice rose from her bed, fear already holding her heart. Around her, flames licked her home, burning the furniture and walls.
The flames like demonic tongues from a place man dared not to go, danced and sung their song of sweet destruction.
Alice got out of her bed and ran down the hall she heard screams and more cracking of wood.
“Mother? Father?”
As Alice walked down the hall way she neared her parent’s room the flames filled the cracks around the door. Like demonic tongues taunting Alice.
“Alice?”
“Don’t my child you’ll get hurt!”
But Alice reluctantly listened to the Mad Hatters warnings inside her head.
Alice was in a trance the flames danced around her, the refection of fire in her eyes brought her closer to the room she turned the door knob and opened the door.
“MOTHER! FATHER!”, Alice gazed bewilderedly at her parents. Her mother’s skin roasted, once a snowy white had gone black and cracked, her hair ablaze, the blisters oh! The blisters her mouth frozen in an eternal scream leaving her tongue hanging out to roast and the blisters!
Her father was still alive struggling to live his skin charred with molten cracks in it, the way his eye balls had melted and his leg ripped off caught under a beam of wood Alice noticed how it had roasted the bone black and crisp. “Alice….r-r-run…” he said while gasping for air before dying right there and then in front of Alice.
Alice felt her sanity fade as she watched his hand flicker.
She had lost all she loved. She had lost the house of merry dreams and happy hours, she had lost the two people she had ever loved.
And there was fire, and there were flames.
Scolding…
Burning…
Flames…
Demonic tongues singing the song of destruction…
Crypt_Child · Fri Jul 21, 2006 @ 06:27am · 3 Comments |
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