movies

the movies finished.
uneaten food left in enclaves.
lance of longinus passed through here.
some distance away, a freight trains heavy glide.

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the projector has ended its cycles.
enclaves filled with uneaten food.
spear of longinus has passed through clouds here.
a freight trains heavy glide, some distance away.

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stopped revolutions. silent projector.
leftover food fills the hidden spaces.
this space has been shifted by the lance of longinus.
some distance away, freight trains heavy glide.

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the movies run its course.
candy remnants idle in seats.
spear of longinus have moved through this space.
freight trains heavy glide, in the distance.

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the film reel has gone cold.
wrappers, empty and half full rest on the floor.
through these clouds, the spear of longinus has passed.
heavy glide of a freight train, in distance long.

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gathered dust on an idle projector.
fallen wrappers wait for a passing brush.
the air bears the marks of the lance of longinus.
in distances long, the heavy glide of a freight train.

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bizarrely regular updates. and some eva references.

and as always, the music i listened to as i typed this:

video uploaded by user 宇佐見ライト

good music is good.

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bento boxes

bento boxes lie empty on the grass.
our hands slide across the blades.
wings of light arc, and arcing.
we sit, and stare, watching the sky burn down.

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empty bento boxes rest on the grass.
over the blades our hands slide, and sliding.
wings of light arc, and arcing.
we sit, and stare, and watch the sky and clouds burn, and burn.

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bento boxes emptied, idle on the grass.
wings of light arc, and arcing.
we stare, and sit, to see the sky and cloud incinerate
as our hands slide closer together.

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empty bento boxes mark the emerald grass.
wings of light arc, and arcing.
we sit, and watch heaven burn in great orange
our hands sliding closer together.

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empty bento boxes imprint upon emerald grass.
wings of light arc, and arcing.
we sit, to watch the sky consumed in great scarlet flames.
our hands slip closer.

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emptied bento boxes idle on the grass.
wings of light arc, and arcing.
we sit, and watch the sky and clouds fade in scarlet fires.
our hands sliding close, and closer.

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guess i just like that line. so yeah, guess i still write. just in fits and bursts. and i’m sorry i don’t drop by blogs like i used to. i need to get back on that. just busy with japanese stuff and robots. sorry.

and danbo. gotta love danbo.

and as always, the song i was listening to as i typed these:

uploaded by user Barraca22

god i love evangelion

arc, and arcing

a freight train rumbles by.
bowl of ramen shimmies to the tables edge.
rows of cloud snap, and snapping.
wings of light spread, and spreading.

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freight trains bounce down empty tracks.
my bowl of ramen dances in time with the clatter.
the layers of cloud tear, and tearing.
wings of light arc, and arcing across the sky.

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clatter of freight trains down the absent tracks.
in vibration patterns shifts my ramen bowl.
clouds splinter, and splintering.
wings of light arc, and arcing.

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lost freight train barrels over the tracks
with the vibrations moves my ramen bowl.
clouds fold, and folding
wings of light spread, and spreading.

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heavy glide of a freight train on barren tracks.
my ramen bowl taken away with the resonance.
clouds swirl, and swirl.
wings of light arc, and arcing.

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freight trains meek and mild come down this way.
in line with their cadence my ramen bowl.
clouds rend, and rending.
wings of light spread, and spreading.

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those evangelion rebuilds are really something if you haven’t seen them, give them a watch.

and as always, the song listened to as i typed this up:

the evangelion rebuilds. go, watch.

こんばんは。