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May 22nd, 2004

(no subject) [May. 22nd, 2004|07:54 am]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |magical realism.]
[Current Music |crown me king- king of all petpets]

curled up in my sarcophagus & slept away the end of my empire yesterday. i mean i hit the coffin bed & did not rise until judgement day. & oh did i judge. while slumbering i had all kinds of dreams. i remember swimming in a tremendous aquarium & being found by danielle s., who invited me to pam's wedding. somehow i was talked into it, & realized that i had forgotten my leather jacket in her car (i have never owned a leather jacket, except for five minutes when i had symon's). pam's wedding was at bennigans, & after i totally subbed pam i got lost in the kitchen. also dreamt about a geiger alien, lost on a planet that "doesn't even get verizon, let alone the hivemind." so the alien was rabid, feral without the hivequeen, hunting always hunting. i was there with two synthetic humanoids, all three of of independent agents of the hive, & we went round n' round. somehow the climax turned out to be a legion of romans versus a swarm of aliens- romans arn't bad at holding off aliens, as it turns out. holding them back with their tower shields, throwing their pilum into the ranks beyond to avoid the acid- no, the romans made a valient showing.
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i was young. spermy young! [May. 22nd, 2004|10:36 am]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |lake eerie.]

omce upon a time there was a rusty steel drum. it lived at the bottom of the ocean & was filled with a beautiful green glow, like liquid light. as anemones & corals grew on the barrel, they in turn grew tumors! ah the blessed circle of life.

one day Drum felt sick, like he was a parachute & someone had pulled his ripcord. "oh dear!" he said to a mutant anemone, "i feel like my guts are being torn out through my asshole!"

"my dear Drum!" said the anemone, who's name was GHEXXNY, "your glow is leaving you! washed away by the jet stream!"

Drum & his friends freted & brainstormed, trying to think of a way to save his glow. GHEXXNY & two-headed angelfish came up with a plan involving hydrofoils that proved untenable. a legless mollusk suggested paying for more glow with sunken treasure, but where to buy it? in the end there was no solution, & drum died.

but his ghost haunted the ocean forever after, in a half-life.
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