name :: MakXim

player :: Da'mien [[ decayD matter ]]

position :: THE ULTRA STRETCHY SOLO TRAPEZE ARTIST!!
WATCH HIS LIMBS STRETCH AND PULL AS HE CONTORT INTO IMPOSSIBLE POSITIONS!

group :: Asile

Appearance.

'If there's any message to my work, it is ultimately that it’s OK to be different, that it’s good to be different, that we should question ourselves before we pass judgment on someone who looks different, behaves different, talks different.'

So I am...

Completely stretchable.

Legs.

Arms.

Neck.

Fingers.

Toes.

Nose. I don't lie. I never do. Never will.

'Appearances are not held to be a clue to the truth. But we seem to have no other.'

Background.

'People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.'

Lost hopes. I had those. I remember I had at least three of those. A long time ago. A very, very long time ago. But I don't remember now. But if I did. I'd probably begin my story with...

Once upon a time. Once upon a time after time after time.

'What power would hell have if those imprisoned here would not be able to dream of heaven?'

Now don't get me wrong. I like my life. I love it. I like what I do. I love what I do. But the place? I have a lot to say about the place. Where am I? Well, you'd have to stick around to find out, I guess. All I can say is that...

This place? This place needs some cleaning up.

'It means that we're just dolls. We don't have a clue what's really going down, we just kid ourselves that we're in control of our lives while a paper's thickness away, things that would drive us mad if we thought about them for too long play with us, and move us around from room to room, and put us away at night when they're tired, or bored.'

I could possibly stretch time. Have infinity in my hands. Do a thousand other things.
But I'm here. Just here. How long will I be here? Maybe...

Till the end. Till the very end.

'I'm not blessed, or merciful. I'm just me. I've got a job to do, and I do it.'

What do I do? My oh my, aren't you the curious one? Come around someday. You'll see exactly what I do. You might just like it. Sometimes I think...

I like it too much.

'You don't have to stay anywhere forever.'

So I travel a lot. I've been to a few places. Here and there. Everywhere. Or at least...

I'd like to think so.

'Are you crying?
...No, I'm bleeding.
What was it like, in the end? What it always is. A handful of yarn; a little weaving and stitching; some embroidery perhaps. A few loose ends, but that's only to be expected...'

It hurts sometimes. This skin on my bones isn't exactly hurt proof. But at the end of the day. Someone comes around to mend me. And maybe, just maybe...

Someday, she can make it all better.

'The one I just hate is when I'm just an actor on a strange television version of my life. Have you ever had that dream?'

Doesn't everyone. Doesn't everyone. Doesn't everyone. Doesn't everyone. Doesn't everyone. Doesn't everyone. Doesn't everyone. Doesn't everyone. Doesn't everyone. Doesn't everyone. Doesn't everyone. Doesn't everyone. Doesn't everyone. Doesn't everyone. Doesn't everyone. Doesn't everyone. Doesn't everyone. Doesn't everyone. Doesn't everyone. Doesn't everyone. Doesn't everyone. Doesn't everyone. Doesn't everyone. Doesn't everyone.

Activities.

'My life is an indivisible whole, and all my activities run into one another.'

If someone's taken a fall, sometimes I reach up with both arms and grab them by their neck.

Ideals/Motivations.

'Our ideals, like the gods of old, are constantly demanding human sacrifices.'

Survival.

Attitude.

'We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.'

I think attitudes are contagious. But is yours worth catching?