

D1Your walking along a jetty towards a big wooden research building overhanging the ocean. With multiple storeys it looms above you casting a shadow turning the ocean a shade that rivals blueberries in dark richness. You look around at the city behind you. Rather than inspiring a sense of anxiousness as the research facility does, it inspires hope and a feeling of well being. You know, with a feeling of solace that you can never return, and that youre unwelcome, there. Your eyes follow the sea line around, you see nothing but the city and the research facility. You walk towD1


SupportIm not sure what came over me. Was it the blissful, neglect of loneliness, but I had been starring at that structural support beam of a basement cellar for almost three hours. I couldn't tell you exactly how long it was I had been there. My watch lay near an uneven stack of boxes. It lay there in not one piece or even four, well actually it depends how you measure a piece. Its face was shattered, destroyed. Its hands hung limp, its clock face was almost unrecognisable. Even someone who loved this watch could not recognise it. The more I think about it the more I believe that that watch aspired to be a clock tower. I think back to my supSupport


Greenthe room was dark, quiet almost as if death was already there. The mist crept in the door looking for comfort and saftey in the room, filling every crevace of the floor. The silence pushing in on my ears, serenity.Green
The door slid open more easily than i thought, glided as if on ice, across its track. i silently stepped inside and crouched low. I slid the door shut behind me, I gliding silently again until it clinked shut.
He was asleep. Unaware of his coming fate. unaware of me. My blades hung off my legs, Claws. many people had met their fate to these, but i wanted none to as much as him. I hated him. I despised hi


Ambience 'get out' 'Get out now' 'RUN'Ambience
As he turned to run, he fell. A sickening crack then blood trickled out of his mouth and throat. He looked down to a dead log and he followed it with his eyes into his chest and throat. His eyes started to glazeover, as his brain started to shut down he felt as though he was being watched. Then he felt nothing.
'ambient noise is the adaption of being able to dictate weather the noise, at hand, is relevant to the situation'
Just wanted to let you know, this week at Dr Sketchy's (Sat 1st Sep) we have the amazing Mistress Mandrella.. you can snap up one a ticket on our myspace profile. [link] or livejournal community page [link]
Hope to see you there!!
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What happens when Art School meets Cabaret?
Find out at Dr Sketchy's Anti-Art School Brisbane
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the person who did it must be pretty awesome
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^Hit that like its road kill^
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I want a fairytale ending with a pumpkin and a prince.
hurry up and put more of you sprays up!
k!
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xoxo
Ricci
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Riot...
i have myspace.
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hurry up and put more of you spray up!
k!
good
xoxo
Ricci
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Riot...
i have myspace.
add me... [link]
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