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Entry tags:
- !action,
- !video,
- !voice,
- +goldenrod,
- ... there's a point?,
- bawww best friend,
- but not really,
- don't humour him,
- don't make eye contact,
- filter: ryoma,
- filter: yuuta,
- forever a child at heart,
- he is whimiscality defined,
- just a tad melancholy,
- let's be children again,
- revolving door metaphors,
- sidewalk chalk is love,
- this is a whimsical tag,
- this is why we can't have nice things,
- weirdness is weird,
- what is sense
voice. / video. | action for goldenrod.
[voice // unfiltered]
[just voice, this time. whimsical.]
Have you ever tried slamming a revolving door?
[action/video, accidental?]
[for those of you early birds in Goldenrod, downtown, the video screen flickers to show--
the main street has been covered with sidewalk chalk drawings of dubious nature. there are several buckets of chalk scattered down the street, broken and whittled-down chalk pieces dotting the landscape amongst chalk drawings big and small, childish and masterful. there are cartoonish doodles of cacti, drawings of eyes, large, unwieldy birds and open books with fanciful, mythical creatures popping out of its pages. general outlines of gowns, chalk sketches of hands, shaded in, abstract pieces of shapes and lines that stretch as far as the eye can see.
it's only nine in the morning, and the streets are already filled with drawings. on a fairly blank patch of concrete, surrounded by the city proper, the culprit is hunkered down diligently, doodling small, cartoon kittens with large eyes and whiskers that end in flowers.
on your approach, his chalk breaks, little pieces glancing off the sidewalk.]
[text // filtered: Yuuta]
Yuuta.
[text // filtered: Ryoma]
Are you around?
[just voice, this time. whimsical.]
Have you ever tried slamming a revolving door?
[action/video, accidental?]
[for those of you early birds in Goldenrod, downtown, the video screen flickers to show--
the main street has been covered with sidewalk chalk drawings of dubious nature. there are several buckets of chalk scattered down the street, broken and whittled-down chalk pieces dotting the landscape amongst chalk drawings big and small, childish and masterful. there are cartoonish doodles of cacti, drawings of eyes, large, unwieldy birds and open books with fanciful, mythical creatures popping out of its pages. general outlines of gowns, chalk sketches of hands, shaded in, abstract pieces of shapes and lines that stretch as far as the eye can see.
it's only nine in the morning, and the streets are already filled with drawings. on a fairly blank patch of concrete, surrounded by the city proper, the culprit is hunkered down diligently, doodling small, cartoon kittens with large eyes and whiskers that end in flowers.
on your approach, his chalk breaks, little pieces glancing off the sidewalk.]
[text // filtered: Yuuta]
Yuuta.
[text // filtered: Ryoma]
Are you around?