New Year's
LilyRose on Dec. 30, 2006
Captain's Log
Stardate: Just another night on the dark side of paradise
The New Year brings us this, and that. LilyRose est moi, and moi est too bitter for words. Hence the comic. Probably intolerable to those with a less than iron constitution, and guaranteed 99% Humour-Free. Careful not to touch; poison can easily be absorbed by the skin. The glistening oil coating these dark leaves is insidious at best. I don't have pithy in my repertoire, neither have I ever been accused of whimsy. All I have to offer is pessimism, depression, and despair. I do not offer you lighthearted Demotivational posters and coffee mugs. This is not Despair Dot Com. I do not offer you pithy, nor cutsie, nor whimsical. I have nothing but a broken heart and this bitter, bitter nectar of bathos, bile, venom and rue. Partake if you will. You can have the Lime Kool-Aid, or the Cherry. The Dixie Cups are on the table; the line moves toward the left.
Cthonic Cultist at 5:45PM, Feb. 22, 2008
Damn. Such cynicism, such pessimism. It should be interesting. I usually like it with biting humor mixed in, but I'll give it a shot.
thip at 9:00AM, Jan. 1, 2007
Sure, it's the same fucking world as last year. That's why we have to try and change it just a bit before next New Year. According to games theory, if everyone thinks of himself every time, they make such lousy choices collectively that everything will come to a bad end in short order. Since it hasn't, and since I know too little math to check the theory, I'll proceed on the assumption that human goodness DOES exist outside of stories once in a while ;o)