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hackthis_archive) wrote2002-06-26 02:06 pm
hackthis_archive) wrote2002-06-26 02:06 pm
no one gets off on this like do
the lovely ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
debchan is taking down her screencaps site. i'm in mourning.
i had to get my inspiration where i could before it vanished...
yeah, i'm kinda sick. isn't that why y'all like me?
sidebar added at 3:50 pm y'all know what a fucking gigantic pain in the ass it is to be horny and depressed and bored AND frustrated at the same goddamn time? fucking hell. someone put me out my misery. i'm seeing jose tonight, there's nothing else for it but some limes and sea salt. for real.
sidebar added at 5:00pmi am SO over myself. but i am not overbookend's immortality. fucking hell.
Seeing Through the Haze
There’s nothing like having a 100-pound bookcase drop on you to put your life into perspective.
There’s nothing like holding someone else’s life in your hands to make you feel like a god.
There’s a place in between perspective and deification, but Lex isn’t there right now.
Right now Lex is in the red. He's in a zone, the zone. Lex is between and outside and inside and encompassing everything.
Right now Lex is everything.
Even admist the wind and the blood and the flying pages of his proposed buyout, Lex can see clearly. He can see it all.
Lionel lying on his back and screaming like a girl, but his gravestone will be something marble and ornate. Something profoundly masculine.
When he dies. If he dies.
Lex is the only one who can save him. Let him live or let him die. Lex is Lionel's God.
Alexander never killed Phillip but at some point in his mind he wanted him dead.
Lex is sure of it.
Absolute power corrupting absolutely.
Lex could do great things. He will do great things.
Leaving Lionel lying there could be a great thing. It could be the smartest decision Lex will ever make.
Through a red haze of patricide and omnipotence, Lex can see his future. His company, his power, his oath of office.
One day, Lex will have it all.
The blood on his hands will just be the beginning.
debchan is taking down her screencaps site. i'm in mourning. i had to get my inspiration where i could before it vanished...
yeah, i'm kinda sick. isn't that why y'all like me?
sidebar added at 3:50 pm y'all know what a fucking gigantic pain in the ass it is to be horny and depressed and bored AND frustrated at the same goddamn time? fucking hell. someone put me out my misery. i'm seeing jose tonight, there's nothing else for it but some limes and sea salt. for real.
sidebar added at 5:00pmi am SO over myself. but i am not over
bookend's immortality. fucking hell.Seeing Through the Haze
There’s nothing like having a 100-pound bookcase drop on you to put your life into perspective.
There’s nothing like holding someone else’s life in your hands to make you feel like a god.
There’s a place in between perspective and deification, but Lex isn’t there right now.
Right now Lex is in the red. He's in a zone, the zone. Lex is between and outside and inside and encompassing everything.
Right now Lex is everything.
Even admist the wind and the blood and the flying pages of his proposed buyout, Lex can see clearly. He can see it all.
Lionel lying on his back and screaming like a girl, but his gravestone will be something marble and ornate. Something profoundly masculine.
When he dies. If he dies.
Lex is the only one who can save him. Let him live or let him die. Lex is Lionel's God.
Alexander never killed Phillip but at some point in his mind he wanted him dead.
Lex is sure of it.
Absolute power corrupting absolutely.
Lex could do great things. He will do great things.
Leaving Lionel lying there could be a great thing. It could be the smartest decision Lex will ever make.
Through a red haze of patricide and omnipotence, Lex can see his future. His company, his power, his oath of office.
One day, Lex will have it all.
The blood on his hands will just be the beginning.
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This is the plan. Not just any plan, but THE plan.