Post by Adrian Kreever on Nov 13, 2009 14:24:11 GMT -8
Adrian listened in silence and with a slight smile. "Yes, it is quite rare to find someone willing to listen these days. Mostly, people just seem to waiting for their turn to speak. I'm glad to see a different kind of people here this school's generic self-interested pricks. We've got more than enough of those as it is, I believe."
Adrian nodded in agreement, art, as far as he could tell, was a way of dealing with one's own darkness, a freeze-frame photo of the shadow realms in the depths of the soul, something that others could look at and go 'ah' and 'oh', but those who truly understood watched in silence. Adrian wrote a little now and again, but it was rare and sporadic at best. His pen had not touched paper without pre-intended purpose in many months.
Be careful, don't slip don't give them anything! Relax,I've got it sorted. "First and foremost, if it's art to you, then it is art. The beauty of art is that it is subjective, everyone who wishes to create art can if, of course, they have the strength to look within and find it. There are to many self-absorbed fucks who make something they thoughtlessly labe as art, then spend everyone's time thrusting it in everybody's faces and wailing that they're 'misunderstood' when nobody shows the recognition that they don't deserve. Again, I believe we have plenty of those, a true artist doesn't just haphazardly throw together some random product to steal attention that genuine artists work hard to perfect their chosen art. Gutless faggots." Adrian, you're letting it get out of hand!
He paused briefly to shake his head, trying to clear it. His demons, carefully captured and segregated from the remainder of his mind were breaking out of their cages prematurely, he needed to divert them. "I like to listen to Black Metal now and again, especially the Ukrainien varient. It's more steady than many other kinds of music and I find it goes well with meditation." The Masque is slipping! You can't just sit here and tell them that kind of things, they'll use it against you. They Might[/color], true. SNAP OUT OF IT! YOU DON'T KNOW THESE PEOPLE AND YOU DON'T WANT THEM TO KNOW YOU![/i] Adrian paused, closing his eyes and rubbing his temple as if he was experiencing a headache. "I'm sorry, I really should go prepare for class. Don't wanna be late, first day 'n all. And, of course, I'd get the shit kicked out of me"
He rose, handed back the borrowed cup and offered each of his conversation partners a polite nod. "Kevala, Roy. I'm... glad I ran into you two. I wish you both a nice day and hope that we'll have a chance to continue our conversation another time." Hoisting up his bag he turned around and left, heading towards PE. He reminded himself not to show all he could as to stay below the radar, but the thought was mainly meant to distract him from the fact that last part of his farewell to his two conversation partners was closer to the truth than he wanted it to be. It didn't work as well as he'd wanted it to.
Adrian nodded in agreement, art, as far as he could tell, was a way of dealing with one's own darkness, a freeze-frame photo of the shadow realms in the depths of the soul, something that others could look at and go 'ah' and 'oh', but those who truly understood watched in silence. Adrian wrote a little now and again, but it was rare and sporadic at best. His pen had not touched paper without pre-intended purpose in many months.
Be careful, don't slip don't give them anything! Relax,I've got it sorted. "First and foremost, if it's art to you, then it is art. The beauty of art is that it is subjective, everyone who wishes to create art can if, of course, they have the strength to look within and find it. There are to many self-absorbed fucks who make something they thoughtlessly labe as art, then spend everyone's time thrusting it in everybody's faces and wailing that they're 'misunderstood' when nobody shows the recognition that they don't deserve. Again, I believe we have plenty of those, a true artist doesn't just haphazardly throw together some random product to steal attention that genuine artists work hard to perfect their chosen art. Gutless faggots." Adrian, you're letting it get out of hand!
He paused briefly to shake his head, trying to clear it. His demons, carefully captured and segregated from the remainder of his mind were breaking out of their cages prematurely, he needed to divert them. "I like to listen to Black Metal now and again, especially the Ukrainien varient. It's more steady than many other kinds of music and I find it goes well with meditation." The Masque is slipping! You can't just sit here and tell them that kind of things, they'll use it against you. They Might[/color], true. SNAP OUT OF IT! YOU DON'T KNOW THESE PEOPLE AND YOU DON'T WANT THEM TO KNOW YOU![/i] Adrian paused, closing his eyes and rubbing his temple as if he was experiencing a headache. "I'm sorry, I really should go prepare for class. Don't wanna be late, first day 'n all. And, of course, I'd get the shit kicked out of me"
He rose, handed back the borrowed cup and offered each of his conversation partners a polite nod. "Kevala, Roy. I'm... glad I ran into you two. I wish you both a nice day and hope that we'll have a chance to continue our conversation another time." Hoisting up his bag he turned around and left, heading towards PE. He reminded himself not to show all he could as to stay below the radar, but the thought was mainly meant to distract him from the fact that last part of his farewell to his two conversation partners was closer to the truth than he wanted it to be. It didn't work as well as he'd wanted it to.
