Once upon a time
A picnic happened.
I found on this day
How plastic knives
Are like people.
I took two knives
From the same house-box
Born from the same factory-womb
Made from plain white plastic.
I found
With a little time,
And a little patience,
And a little persuasion,
One of the twins
Will cut the other
In two.
I start to wonder
(as my joints snap)
(and my skin bruises)
Why is it called
I mean, why would someone use
Or perhaps, how can you explain
(as my nose bleeds)
(and my face swells)
A term so ambiguous
And yet, so descriptive
To be known so well, daily used
(then my stomach hurts)
(my lungs deflate)
A turn of phrase
Or perhaps a popular cliche?
Beaten to a pulp.
Maybe I'm reading it wrong
(as I'm being beaten to a pulp)
I thought pulp was wood?
Wood chips. Like broken bones.
Pulp is mushed strawberries.
Which resemble mushed insides.
Perhaps "beaten to a pulp"
Maybe it's actually, inadvertently,
More truth than I first
Not To Be Melodramatic... by Pyreclaws, literature
Literature
Not To Be Melodramatic...
I'm feeling a little sick today.
Maybe-hopefully-I'm dying.
Stomach lining is being eaten away
Intestines have twined themselves into knots
Head is being hammered apart from the inside
Nose is clogged and dripping with plague
Eyes are red and could pop like grapes
Joints protest every twitch
Ears are ringing and burning in pressurized pain
Cut turning green from infection and oozing pus
Lymph nodes the size of small cantaloupes
Fever scalding, yet everything is much too cold
Lungs filling with pressing mucus
Throat lined with dripping snot and thin trails of itchy sensations
Heart squeezing tightly against itself
Hypersensitivi
The Server
Jordan Byrd
Twas upon a weekday dreary as I pondered, eyelids weary,
Searching, still forever searching, for some long-forgotten lore
In these electronic findings, my computer's scripted bindings
Files that stirred my Hard Drive's grindings, links that promised me a door
Yet I found naught, and nothing more.
Oh how I faced such cruel sadism with this internal aneurysm
My soul was faced with cataclysm as I watched for something more
Suddenly it was appearing, the information ever-nearing
As I sat there fearing, fearing now my long-awaited lore
Proclaiming Loading there, and nothing more.
This was a subtle dis
The Server
Jordan Byrd
Twas upon a weekday dreary as I pondered, eyelids weary,
Searching, still forever searching, for some long-forgotten lore
In these electronic findings, my computer's scripted bindings
Files that stirred my Hard Drive's grindings, links that promised me a door
Yet I found naught, and nothing more.
Oh how I faced such cruel sadism with this internal aneurysm
My soul was faced with cataclysm as I watched for something more
Suddenly it was appearing, the information ever-nearing
As I sat there fearing, fearing now my long-awaited lore
Proclaiming Loading there, and nothing more.
This was a subtle dis
Not To Be Melodramatic... by Pyreclaws, literature
Literature
Not To Be Melodramatic...
I'm feeling a little sick today.
Maybe-hopefully-I'm dying.
Stomach lining is being eaten away
Intestines have twined themselves into knots
Head is being hammered apart from the inside
Nose is clogged and dripping with plague
Eyes are red and could pop like grapes
Joints protest every twitch
Ears are ringing and burning in pressurized pain
Cut turning green from infection and oozing pus
Lymph nodes the size of small cantaloupes
Fever scalding, yet everything is much too cold
Lungs filling with pressing mucus
Throat lined with dripping snot and thin trails of itchy sensations
Heart squeezing tightly against itself
Hypersensitivi
I start to wonder
(as my joints snap)
(and my skin bruises)
Why is it called
I mean, why would someone use
Or perhaps, how can you explain
(as my nose bleeds)
(and my face swells)
A term so ambiguous
And yet, so descriptive
To be known so well, daily used
(then my stomach hurts)
(my lungs deflate)
A turn of phrase
Or perhaps a popular cliche?
Beaten to a pulp.
Maybe I'm reading it wrong
(as I'm being beaten to a pulp)
I thought pulp was wood?
Wood chips. Like broken bones.
Pulp is mushed strawberries.
Which resemble mushed insides.
Perhaps "beaten to a pulp"
Maybe it's actually, inadvertently,
More truth than I first
Once upon a time
A picnic happened.
I found on this day
How plastic knives
Are like people.
I took two knives
From the same house-box
Born from the same factory-womb
Made from plain white plastic.
I found
With a little time,
And a little patience,
And a little persuasion,
One of the twins
Will cut the other
In two.
It was among the drears of solitudes rain,
when the Vega orchestra solemnly played,
and the stars above crooned untold stories
of abandonment and love,
and when the colors of our memories dimmed
to shadows,
like goo, they dripped, and were forgot,
that a silhouette lingered, ever so cleverly
as one who sang not in the rain,
as the band of Lyra, loaded with brass
upon brass, bashed blissfully away.
We hadnt heard the frightful silence,
which snickered playfully, under its breath,
but we knowed the horrors that lie
in the breathless woods, not far ahead.
Once upon a time
A picnic happened.
I found on this day
How plastic knives
Are like people.
I took two knives
From the same house-box
Born from the same factory-womb
Made from plain white plastic.
I found
With a little time,
And a little patience,
And a little persuasion,
One of the twins
Will cut the other
In two.
-There will be no commissions ever. I asked Andrew and Rachel for permission (or really, clarification) after they posted that artists could do Homestuck commissions! Unfortunately, I was told that cosplay is not art, and even though it is my only marketable skill, that they could press charges if I commissioned anything. The things I was going to try to sell (Eridan capes, godhoods, Feferi skirts) were all too close to available items in the store(?). I found this a little strange, since artists could sell images of the characters without much limitation.
I'm pretty disappointed, not only in this lack of logic, but also in much of the H
For those of you who want to ask me cosplay advice, the quickest way you can find me is on my Tumblr! I'm at pyreclaws.tumblr.com and even if you don't have a Tumblr, you can still ask anonymously.
I get asked a lot of questions about my Eridan cape, so I'll be writing a tutorial over on my Tumblr as soon as I have the new design figured out.
In other news, I've started my pants for Pantskat's pantscestor so look out for those.
Hey guys! I've started sewing again, and I've found that I actually have talent for making cosplay items. Right now I'm really into making commissions for Homestuck, so if you would like a piece, please message me for availability and prices!
Things I am currently making:
-Horns for any troll (currently perfecting them, they come in a range of prices depending on the horns and materials used)
-Other small props: Oogonibombs, Matriorbs, Science wands, things of that nature.
-Godhoods, both canon and own designs (estimated price: $50)
-Eridan's cape ($50)
-Eridan's pants, hand dyed and sewed ($50)
-Eridan's rings ($12 for a full set, o