fists tossed up yellin 'I don't feel a thing'...

Okay, massive graphics dump. I apologize. -no, I don't. Here! Have graphics! Enjoy! Real post to come later.

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Is anyone on my flist good with photoshop? My trial ran out and I need help finishing up the cover art for my book.

Please? *offers candy*

So I've been inspired to start this new project by my new favorite book John Dies at the End, and a loosely from prompt given to me by mergana a couple eons ago.
Read the book. Now. It's fucking genius- you won't regret it. I'm determined to not waffle around and actually finish this project, which means I need some help along the way. Help = feedback/suggestions. So, here's the forward and stuff, under the fake cut. Feel free to skip around. Read. Browse. Discuss. Love on it, hate on it, give me shit to change, whatever floats your boat.

( If you've picked this up, it means that the torch has been passed to you. Do not pass go. Do not collect 200 dollars )

The day you left me here a boy with your haircut reminded me why I left you behind all those years ago

...We're the neglected,
the never resurrected, agonies of the few.
We're the once kissed, unmissed and always
refused. Because we're the unfinished
and feared and we're never pursued.

And just that easily, on my behalf, I come around.
Because I'm burning. The beast of War feeds
only on the meats of War. And now I'm for carnage.
Here's how my anguish frees. Destroy everyone
of course. Because I'm unwanted and unsafe.
And I'll take tears away with torments and rape,
killings and fears not even the dead will escape.
Encircling the Guilty, Ashamed, Blameless and
Enslaved. Absolved. Butchering their prejudice.

Patience. Their Value. Because I'm without value.
I'm the coming of every holocaust.
Turning no lost. Rending tissue, sinew and bone.
Excepting no suffering.
By me all levees will break. All silos heave.
I will walk heavy. And I will walk strange...

Because I am too soon.
Because without You, I am only revolutions
Of ruin.

I'm the prophecy prophecies pass.
Why need dies at last. How oceans dry.
Islands drown. And skies of salt crash
to the ground. I turn the powerful.
Defy the weak. Only grass grows
down abandoned streets.

For a greater economy shall follow Us
and it will be undone. And a greater
autonomy shall follow Us and it too will be
undone. And a greater feeling shall
follow Love and it too we will blow to dust.
For I am longings without trust. The cycloidal
haste freedom from Hailey forever wastes.
Dust cares for only dust. And time only for Us.

-Only Revolutions, by Mark Z Danielewski.
Download the full version here