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| User: | spinallandscape (7942489)  s p i n a l l a n d s c a p e s
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| Name: | in/grid | |
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| Website: | http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/wishlist/16CZVZS0YTVN8/ref=reg_hu-wl_goto-registry/002-8041799-8430425?ie=UTF8&sort=date-added | |
| Location: | United States | |
| Birthdate: | 01-27 | |
| Bio: | In/grid is: Impossibly soft, floppy petals of ribbon spill unfathomably delicate tiers of the most perfectly simple, and decadent bow. This bow covers the top of the obsidian box with shifting, kissable fingers of purple and bruise-blue. Though it looks as though it is velvet, soft as rabbit, smooth as satin, it shimmers as though lightly dusted by stardust or the wings of an iridescent butterfly. The light glitters cool and warm at the same time, and if you were to touch the ribbon, it would discolour, wax into the bloodiest of purples and wane into crackled soot and ash. One may think that simply touching it would unlock the box, but upon its death, the pretty adornment would prove a diamond, perfect reinforcement-- locking away the contents and throwing away any hope of sampling the treasures within. Though the trick to opening the container is lost, long dead and buried in the minds and mouths of several suitors, the contents have been mapped and martyred. The Truth of it is lost to the contradictions, as each disclosure seems to have some inherent biases. But there are similarities in the recitations that seem to bely several truths. The surface of the box has had several textures. In one recanting, it seemed to be infinitely faceted and beveled, glittering like diamonds and having the temperature of deep-frozen snow. The sharpness, and the temperature made it rather unpleasant to hold. The light reflected from the surface was refracted, pretty, enchanting, rending white light into her more-coveted, and loved, sisters. At least to the eye. Upon surfaces around the box, only violets were reflected and indeed under aided scrutiny the box did seem to favor the ultraviolet. Upon another inspection, the black of the box was a fire licked obsidian. The black was perfectly smooth, igneous glass. A substance that, for the most part, can't take shape without sharding off into perfection. It was neither hot, nor cold, but felt plasticine, lifeless. The rock seemed depthless, in that it seemed tangible and yet never really anywhere. The high transparency of the glass found its pitch-colour a few milimeters beneath the surface, always out of reach and yet the nature of the substance itself. The trick to it, and the magic of it, was that somewhere in between, somewhere beneath your finger tips and yet before the End, the black, the Omega, there seemed to slither an oil sick of fire. Once you saw it, like fish, it slithered away, leaving just a ripple of warmth upon the surface and an uncertain memory of experience. For this reason, because light begot heat, and heat felt like motion (energy, inertia), the box felt as though it beat, or pulsed softly. Sometimes it even seemed to protest being held, as if it could squirm out of your hands or wished to frighten you into dropping it and shattering it upon the floor. The lid of the box, in any of the forms, had no latch. But removing the lid sounded less like the shifting of stone and more like the unsheathing of a sword. Inside, the contents, were always the same. The implications were always confusing, the mechanisms of it were never much explained nor debated over. The experience itself seemed more like a dream you couldn't remember upon waking. The contents had no bedding, no protection, nothing to be seen. Yet something soft lined the box. Something just the other side of tangible. If you ran your fingers between the contents, and the box walls, it felt like.... the past. The echo of a touch, the warm, faintly prickly feeling of memory as you force every cell of your skin to memorize what it felt like when she brushed by your arm, or he absently leaned up against you. Not the touch of a lover, not a gift or a compromise, but the stolen reverie of something secret. Something you wanted, and haven't had yet, and this was the only keepsake you could take. For now. Nestled in a bed of this, there were 7 candy foils. One was empty, six held their boon. Six endings to the story of your secret. The exterior of the truffles were dark, perfect chocolate. They had no drizzled patterns. They were not unique from each other, they were all a matching set. The chocolate, though soft and smooth somehow, was laced with the thinest layer of some sort of ...gossamer. It would flake faintly in the mouth, on the tongue, like gold leaf. But it seemed glassy and transparent, vaguely silver and cobalt hewed. It was tasteless. Like most of the perfect poisons and the most reverent of garnishes. The chocolate.... the truffles... well... the inside.... tasted like Ingrid. "Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained." William Blake | |
| Memories:: | 93 entries | |
| Interests: | 129: 'no' means yes, absinthe & bohiemian paris, absolute zero, albion(&@downtime), alchemy & c.g.jung, alexander the great, angelsnowwhite, ankhs & horus' eyes, antisocial personality disorder, aquarians =), armanicasa & elves, art nouveau & deco, asphyxiation-sighs, assemblage 23 & covenant, aubrey beardsley, bast & sekhmet, behavioral neuroscience|profiling, bishounen w/teeth, black and her shades, black&bruises, bosch & brueghel, bryn mawr alumni, camus & hesse, candle light on velvets, cemetaries & their cathedrals, chaos theory, classical history, cobwebs &similar algorithms, coming through in w-waves, conspiracies & wit, de/vision & wolfsheim, debussy & baudelaire, derrida, dream of the endless, echo her narcissus, efficiency multitasking, egyptology, electrical tape storms, elric & lusiphur, enlightenment, evolution absolutes, existentialism!!!, final fantasy xi, fingers around my throat, fragility fucking, geisha & gravity, germanicus caesar, glamour(s) & cosmopolitans, gnosticism, hand cuffs & collarsss, hand written letters, hip bones, hit men, honour & integrity, hook-tongues & purringthings, howheplays mypiano-ribs, hyphens & hallucinogenic prose, identity deconstruction, ilis/symbolism, industrial music, j.campbell's hero, jgballard, kafka & caravaggio, knives, leather & constriction, london (aboves&belows), lotuses & black lilies, melpomene & her sisters, millicentgrim, mozart/wagner, my alienware area51, my satarel, my soul-katana, my tragic anti-heroes, mythology's human secrets, neil gaiman, new orleans & tb, new rocks, nine inch nails, nipple-licks, nothing & darkmatter, old books & sushi, opium & murder, ouroborus, pinstripes & ties, poison elves, prime numbers, protean movement, queueing w/exceptions, ravens&rooks, rock starism, romanticisim, rothko, salome & leda, sardonics, satanism, sea-secrets&sea-maidens, self-actualization, shakespeare & x-files, shattering mydiamondheart, shuriken, silver & sleek technology, sirens and mer-things, smirking, snake river conspiracy, snowwhite hair, solitude & razor wire, spinal landscapes, squall, static greying, sunken gardens, switchblade symphony, symbiosis|assimilation, synaptic passion, the artist's star(v)e, the dresden dolls, the human victim, the moon & hekate, tool, tori amos, trent&maynard, vnv nation, water & wine, water imagery, wilde&sartre, wings & winter, wintermute vs. neuromancer, witchery, writing & the end........ | |
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