See? I Can Flutter Better Than You thought

What's on Dez's desktop: Chii and Black Chii clasping hands in matching outfits; Vincent Marcone's disturbing Home Sweet Home; a Loki & Reiya montage; DMC's sexy Dante

8:30. What was I doing up so early while still on vacation? Reading blogs, dispensing my 2 cents in some cases, checking out some movies that are in the works, downloading some new pix from Vincent Marcone, and listening to "Chou" one time too many back to back with "Until The Day I Die" by Story of the Year. No, I wasn't researching programs for ripping FMVs from a PS2 game, so that I can make AMVs with Fatal Frame 2 or LoK:Defiance. Heavens no.

Dio: She lies.
Lolita: How can you tell?
Dio: Her lips were moving.
*badum bum psh*

Since FF2 (no, I don't mean Final Fantasy) has been handed back to Tsubasa-kun for the time being, I'll be butterfly-less until I decide to shell out $50 for it myself, or until my b-day in a few weeks if I ask it as my sole present besides a hooker and a bottle of Almond DiSarono. XD So I suppose I'll just have to stare at this screenshot of Itsuki Tachibana until then..... Man I love dead bishis.

Raz: Does she mean us, Aro?
Aro: I have no idea but I'm likin' it.
Loki: Looks like we're gonna be wearing kimonos any day now. She's gonna make us wear make up to make us paler too, isn't she?
Aro: Just you lifers. Us dead guys can get a great pale pallor by just letting out hearts stop no problem.
Raz: And such is the plight of the undead.

50 Disturbing Things soon tobe forthcoming. But until then, here are the lyrics to "Chou".

Chou (Butterfly)

Deep underground, I kept digging a hole
Without knowing where it would lead.
With a dirt-covered eyepiece in one hand,
I search for your arm.

Scraping together patchwork happiness, and sewing it
I was crushed by your strength.

Burned on, Burned on,
The inerasable scars left by the palms of my hands.
Sever a rift in the red-stained clouds with my torn hands,
See, I can flutter better than you thought.

The eternity that I dreamed while confined in my cocoon
Where will it take seed and blossom?
The morning will eventually come and bring the darkness back home
And steal my eyes away from me.

Fumbling for you by moonlight, overlapping and entangling with you,
I believe I could become your true hiding place.

Burned down, Burned down,
The place of our promise that will never return.
Run across the black-stained earth with a torn-off agony
See, I can flutter better than you thought.

If you can’t hear me, even though I scream,
I want you to destroy me with your own hands
While you can still hold me dear.

Your arms that hold me back
Turn into a gentle dust.
I simply stare at the sky, silently.

Burned on, Burned on
The inerasable scars left by the palms of my hands
Sever a rift in the red stained clouds with my torn hands

Burned down, Burned down,
The place of our promise that will never return.
See, I can flutter better than you thought.

*til next time, Lunies!*