LOA: Plight of the Lionhearted

Her arm jerks, her sisters gather round her and scream,
as if in a dream,
eyes on the crimson stream;
numb as her wrist spits shots of blood on the floor,
"I am nothing, no one, nobody, no more."

These are her mountains and skies that she radiates;
through history's rivers of blood she regenerates;
and like the sun disappears only to reappear,
she's eternally here;
never conquered but near

to tear away at the mask.
[link] [ 1:38~2:30 ]
______________________
rrrrRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH MYRTLE SMASH MYRTLE CRUSH YOUR BONES

BUT FIRST
MYRTLE WANT TALK
LONG THINKY TALK THAT CULMINATE IN HUG AND FRIENDSHIP PACT
THENNNNN MAYBEEE... Myrtle no crush bones and eat flesh.

Myrtle have feelings too, very intellectual live alone so long. Myrtle go Earth someday, play in sun and get degree in political science. then Myrtle write Myrtle dissertation, tell Myrtle story.

well, you all knew it'd happen. i was going to cut my hair and be in permanent Myrtle cosplay mode forever. are you happy now?? does it feel good to be right!? DOES IT?!?! coupla' nights in PSP. like i said last time, it's fun to go back into the lenient, malleable world of photomanipulation and airbrushing after a few months in strict vector mode.

Myrtle the sphinx. wtf is her deal anyway!?!? JESUS CHRIST THREE YEARS AND YOU HAVEN'T SAID A WORD IN EXPLANATION. besides, her, being a tortured government secret locked below Eden and somehow a slave to its existence.

original photo
_{Maria song and lyrics © 1998-99 Rage Against the Machine.}