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Posted by VespeneGas - April 10th, 2010


One can only make very loose guesses regarding plot of WCITTS: it's incredibly abstract and one may argue that there is no plot at all. However, my analysis is as follows:

The protagonist is following the Darkness Fish, a being that looks to end existence. Their trek is not across the globe, but spanning points in time and planes of reality. However, the narrator/protanonist is quickly distracted by images of his past and his personal regrets. A recurring theme is his agony regarding miscommunication; "He couldn't get the voices out of his mishapen head... he couldn't get the voices out of his mishapen head," he groans on Landed at Granma's. After a stretch of nightmarish soundscapes, the main character is brought back to reality on Yagga Blues in which he remembers his original intent of stopping the Darkness Fish: "I quietly looked up to watch the transparent God-fish," he chokes amidst the twisted beat of bongos. "It had appeared again and it began to swim circles through the air. On several seperate occasions, she tried to communicate," the final line an allusion to his ongoing angst regarding speech.

On Livin' Fear of James Last, the narrator's fate is revealed: "I pushed the red button," he admits against the antagonistic sound of an air raid siren.
"With everything happening, I locked myself away in fear..." he cooly states as the music again degrades into bizzare, nightmarish territory. It is clear that when the narrator said "I pushed the red button", he meant that he caused the apocalpyse he was trying to stop the Darkness Fish from creating.

After several bizzare instrumental turns, the plot is picked up on Home Is Where the Heart Is. The narrator recalls seemingly unrelated incidents in his past, about a man he met who had beautiful eyes, about how he had once locked himself out of his apartment. Unfortunately, he transitions into quips regarding horrific casualities: "For a brief moment, no one died," he remarks apparently out of nowhere. "There would have been more death, if it wasn't for the birds..." he states regretfully later on. "Home" ends with him murmuring something about being "so far from home"... On this track his life flashes before his eyes as he "locks himself away", while darkness envelopes the world and reality is torn apart in unspeakable ways.

At the very end of final track, the narrator speaks against complete silence: "So I returned to the body that had never been my own. So far from home, am I."

Obviously the album is intended to be taken in many different ways. This is simply my interpretation.

"Who Can I Turn to Stereo", by Nurse With Wound.


Posted by VespeneGas - April 8th, 2010


FACADE STAGEPLAY
Thu Apr 08 17 33 04 2010

GRACE
Trip, when are you going to get rid of this?

TRIP
What, Grace... this?

GRACE
Yes, you know how I feel about it --

TRIP
I know I know I'll do it right now, alright?!

(Matt knocks on the front door.)

(Matt knocks on the front door.)

GRACE
You know -- (interrupted)

TRIP
Uhp, he's here!

GRACE
What?! You said he's coming an hour from now!

TRIP
No, he's supposed to be here now!

GRACE
Trip...!

(Trip opens the front door.)

MATT
what's up fucker

TRIP
Matt!!

TRIP
Ah I'm so happy you could make it! -- (interrupted)

MATT
unhand me, fool

(Trip closes the front door.)

TRIP
Uh...

TRIP
Well, anyway... why don't you come in...

TRIP
Uh, I'll -- I'll go get Grace...

MATT
where's grace

GRACE
No, no, here we are!

MATT
what's up

GRACE
Oh, ha ha... things are good. -- (interrupted)

MATT
hi jason

GRACE
H-mmm (happy smile sound)

GRACE
By the way, you look wonderful!

GRACE
Well, come on in, make yourself at home!

MATT
hi jane

GRACE
hmmm Matt, seeing -- (interrupted)

MATT
i like your top, jane

GRACE
Oh! huh... -- (interrupted)

TRIP
Matt, are you -- are you leaving the room?

MATT
hey can i use your phone quickly?

TRIP
(little sigh) Anyway... I can't remember what we were talking about...

TRIP
Ah! Matt, -- (interrupted)

MATT
we were talking about panda bears

GRACE
Wait...

GRACE
You think I'm...

GRACE
communicative...

TRIP
Ho ho ho, ha, heh you're -- you're really joking around tonight, aren't you, ha ha ha...

MATT
when did i ever say that?

GRACE
Ha, yeah, ha ha...

TRIP
Ha ha, heh, never afraid to say anything that pops into your mind, ha heh heh... -- (interrupted)

(MATT comforts trip.)

MATT
it's alright man

TRIP
So! Drinks!

MATT
i'm here for you

TRIP
I want to fix you something special.

TRIP
How does a martini sound?

TRIP
Uh, well, you know what, I'm just going to make you a martini.

MATT
yeah let's get plastered

GRACE
Matt, I think Trip is pressuring you too much... how about just a simple glass of white wine?

MATT
sure whatever

GRACE
Okay, good!

TRIP
Yeah, that's fine...

MATT
i just want booze, really

TRIP
Oh, yeah, you know, I think I should fix you a real drink in not too long...

TRIP
So, anyhow...

TRIP
I keep the bar fully stocked, so we can do it another time.

GRACE
Oh, do you like those sculptures? I used to be so into, uh, collecting them...

TRIP
Into them? You love your sculptures so much I'm not even allowed to touch them! -- (interrupted)

MATT
these scuptures look like vomit

GRACE
If that's how you feel... (annoyed sigh)

TRIP
In terms of drinks...

TRIP
Grace, I know what you want, but I'll ask anyway... what would you like to drink?

GRACE
I'm happy to just have what our guest is having.

TRIP
Fine.

MATT
i want vodka

(MATT picks up the brass bull.)

TRIP
Oh, that brass bull, I love that, isn't that cool? It's a business gift --

GRACE
Trip, I've asked you to do something with that bull,

(MATT puts down the brass bull.)

TRIP
I know, alright, I'll get rid of it later, geez, heh, heh, -- (interrupted)

MATT
incorporate this brass bull into my

GRACE
Dammit, Trip, you know I can't stand the sight of that goddamn bull, I want it out of -- -- (interrupted)

MATT
drink

(MATT picks up a martini glass 1.)

GRACE
Yeah, ha, maybe you can give me your honest opinion about where I went wrong with my new decorating, uhh...

(MATT puts down a martini glass 1.)

GRACE
(little sigh)

TRIP
Oh, Grace, no, no, h -- how can you say that? -- (interrupted)

MATT
ONE BRASS BULL PLEASE

TRIP
Goddamn, what you are you hinting at? I'm getting really sick of it.

MATT
delicious

GRACE
Trip! What are you --

(MATT picks up a Grace's drink.)

TRIP
Look I'll leave you two to keep chatting about love and marriage and all that good shit.

GRACE
What? Where are you going?

(MATT sips his Grace's drink.)

TRIP
I'm just going to get something from the kitchen.

MATT
don't say shit

MATT
shit is a bad word

(MATT sips his Grace's drink.)

GRACE
(frustrated sigh)

(MATT sips his Grace's drink.)

(MATT sips his Grace's drink.)

GRACE
Um, Trip, if -- if you have a second, could you --

MATT
that guy sure is a pussy, huh jane

(MATT sips his Grace's drink.)

(MATT puts down a Grace's drink.)

GRACE
Matt, what the hell is going on with you tonight?

(MATT picks up a Grace's drink.)

TRIP
Hey, what's going on in there?

MATT
i'm drunk

GRACE
I just don't understand where this is coming from!

MATT
i'm out of my head plastered

TRIP
You know what, Matt, that's it, you need to leave.

MATT
WAIT NO

(Trip opens the front door.)

TRIP
We'll be fine -- you should just go.

MATT
NOOOOOOOO

(Trip closes the front door.)

(MATT sips his Grace's drink.)

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Posted by VespeneGas - April 4th, 2010


I just had the most amazing sensation.

I was lying on my bed with a pounding headache, half-way undressed in my dark and ugly room. I had just stopped listening to bad 80s metal, and earlier today I had gone to a depressing family Easter party. Birds chirping and lawn sprinklers going, sounds of the suburbs. I was thinking about girls, my old girlfriend, girls I'd met on the internet, random bitches on Livestream. And it felt exactly like the summer of 2008. Fucking crazy. And the weird thing is, it felt kind of good, a sort of doomed romanticism alongside the cripping depression.

I dunno. I'll probably delete this once I find somewhere else to put it. I just needed to write it while the emotion was still fresh. But still. Holy shit.


Posted by VespeneGas - April 3rd, 2010


ONE
LAST
TIME.

i must return to the moulin rouge


Posted by VespeneGas - April 1st, 2010


no diggity


Posted by VespeneGas - March 26th, 2010


i don't talk to dem boys that sat on dem benches

i don't talk to em i don't talk to em


Posted by VespeneGas - February 12th, 2010


whatup

hey


Posted by VespeneGas - January 17th, 2010


I just watched One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, What's Eating Gilbert Grape, and then Rebel Without a Cause, and now I'm listening to PJ Harvey.

Good day.

ps,
it's my three-year anniversary woo hooooooo

dicklips


Posted by VespeneGas - January 12th, 2010


If you don't come you'll die alone!

TOUCH ME I'M SICK!

I'm diseased!  I don't mind!


Posted by VespeneGas - January 1st, 2010


Crazystuff, lazystuff
Great wild big hazystuff
I think that I have had enough
watch some snuff
life is rough

crazystuff