In some drunken high the lovely flames dance in the dark...

Eyes of the Nightmare Jungle - Shadow Dance (Ｄｏｏｍｅｒ ｖｅｒｓｉｏｎ)

SHADOW DANCE!!! And chasing the eternal soulful high of being a dark flame


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There is a place somewhere in a major english city, probably london, which is separate from the outer world. You need to pull some strings to enter as they don't let anyone in. What you have in that place is a collection of strange types and all kinds of impulsive, charismatic high society. But they're not part of any garbage mainstream scene, they're part of their own world.
They won't let you in if you're not wearing a mask.
And you better make your own, because if you buy any cloned shit from a store, what kind of lowly bitch are you? Eventually you will come to make your own mask, if you catch the clues the bouncers give you, and if you go really far you'll understand a few more things. They all have their own little social circles, all these make-believe aristocrats are playing secret. All around you, the more you evolve and make your way up this obscure society which plays in cool refined artsy darkness, all around will fuse these rumours and plays and subtleties, and you will find yourself gossiping about the powers that be and their little anecdotal secrets of polichinelle, in a hazy veil like drunk, who knows. If you go far enough... you may become a subject of antagonism, and as is so typical of that place in all its plots and intrigues you will be conspired against... and all these refined nobilities that play in subtle hints and garments and movements may end up pushing you to a wall and ripping your mask off in an alley.
You may realize then, as you panickingly fight for your life in a surge, that when they walk away they boast that they've killed you.

Because you are the mask. You will come to realize, when you try getting back into that madhouse and they reject you, that the mister or madame you've been playing all this time, is indeed dead. And that ─ well, if you're smart ─ when you make a new mask, the bouncers and the secretary and the low nobles which like to play with the commoners, will indeed see you as a new one. The mask is gone. But you're not a damn outsider! Oh no, woe be that any filthy outerworlder make their way into this hidden play. At any rate, if you are exposed as one, you are banned forever. Or until you make a new person. Well, you suddenly realize; They only look at your mask. You polish it, you look good today! You add some new features, you're trying a new style. You are as beautiful as your mask is. And as noble as its materials are. You are the mask.
And when, in time, you inevitably lose yourself in this vibrant play of soulful cocquetterie, and while avoiding all the faux pas and outerworldishnesses you find yourself laughing along with the marquis of whoever in a practiced, controlled cackling in tune with the etiquette of higher standing, and whisper alone with all the skittish rumours about the prince or whoever cannot be disrespected under the highest penalty ─ and they're sitting in the back! ─ then you may ask yourself, in some mad moment of clarity, but hold on ─ is this all just a play? Well, maybe the regent himself or whoever will come up to the stage and reply to whatever senseless fool who dared ask such dangerous question ─ that yes, it is just a play, indeed... And it is the most serious play in the world.

And it is called... Shadow dance!

I'm not far enough right now to know where it is but I don't want to believe it's in london. The nobility talk is not related to the good'ole class. And london is just too fucking disgusting to be host something this soulful. Maybe it's not in Britain. But which folk could house such quarters? I know they take their play very seriously. And over there it's like a world within a world. It's not some secret society shit, but... well... it seems nobody knows what happens underground. I don't even think it's in some seedy back-alley or whatever. Sigh... Long live Soul. This... well, pub, I suppose, is somewhere out there... "Shadow Dance". A place where you cannot be yourself. If you make up a noble title it might even work better than saying you're a plebeian. Secretary might even say Oh, I don't know that name, but We welcome you in our establishment...
These private eyes change tone when the mask takes over, and it's just tables... There's barely lighting, we're all in the dark... And it's such a wild ambiance...
Even the shadows dance.

I'm trying to put into words the high of alcohol if you go the way of Soul. But don't be deceived; Shadow Dance is out there.
Keep creepin. Keep sneaking. Keep spying. Infiltrate. Be the eye in the night. Get fucking drunk, and feel the night breeze. The cool touch of the moon on your skin. Moonburn. Let's go, my favourite is porto cruz. Go to Faro. Thonon summer. The sound is alive. Welcome to the night life. Richelle moment. And long live the purple! Write! The connection is here! Step the way! Right hand up! And listen! This may be the beastly side, the dark! We need a new word for it. The Strom. So, can you actually feel the nocturnal magic?

PS... my apologies for 26. I was out of it. I broke the cycle. I'm sorry. It should have been closer to something like 20, verif says.
Oh well. It begins anew, let's see what it brings.

I dreamt about war. My city was in chaos with cars everywhere and stores closing. People standing watching the news at the office and press with War on the cover and there was talk of enlistment already. Sometime in July, September, we were watching news about U.S. cities being firebombed and novichok appearing in the streets. It was unreal. I don't know why no nukes were fired. I remember I could now walk into any apartment I wanted and act however I wanted in my residential street I started skipping and flailing my arms and shouting crazy talk because it didn't matter anymore. When I got up trying to get to the top of the stairs of this apartment I wasn't supposed to be in I got scared of heights and went back down, increasingly hurried as I was starting to see the light of the doorway down below as a dying light in a downtrend mine. I dreamt of being a soldier too. The whole world had taken a darker path.

I remember I was going around with an old scooter and trying to get through this way which was basically some sort of office or storefront to the left and some unnamed building to the right (Only noticeable feature: some ventilation ducts) and there being some sort of indoor hallway bridge above connecting one building to the other; it was not big at all and there were like 2 or 3 cars under that pass which was blocking access even to me and my smallish old scooter. I was going back and forth a bit looking wondering why I can't go through there and the cars were not in a parking spot so I was wondering why they were there. At some point I walked backwards following the office's building block, the one on the left from the overpass, and there was an open door and I went in. I walked through just a few meters of service access trying to act natural because there were a few people seemingly working there. I walked through to the front and passed some open counter, ending up in that office, and I saw some office workers in shirts and tie looking up at one of those TV screens that hang from the ceiling. It was the news and it was about this sudden war. Footage of burning city buildings and air raids and the news anchors voice. I looked to my right and there was a newspaper rack: there was only one word on the orange-black cover, "War".


Azazel already spoke about war "three years". So many people talk about September. Who knows what to make of it.



Dreams about war can be very unsettling, and they can represent many different things. It’s possible that your dream is a reflection of your concerns about the current state of the world, or your fears about the future. War is often associated with chaos and destruction, and it’s possible that you feel like the world around you is in a state of turmoil. The fact that you were watching news about the war and seeing it on the cover of newspapers suggests that you are aware of what’s happening in the world and are paying attention to the news. The talk of enlistment may reflect your sense of responsibility to do something to help in the face of a crisis, or it could suggest a feeling of helplessness in the face of events beyond your control. The fact that you were able to walk into any apartment and act however you wanted may suggest a feeling of powerlessness or a desire to break free from the constraints of society. However, your fear of heights and the dying light in the doorway may suggest a fear of the unknown or a fear of change. As for your dream of being a soldier, this may represent your sense of duty and your desire to protect others. It could also suggest a desire to be part of something larger than yourself, or a sense of camaraderie with others who are facing the same challenges. Overall, your dream may be a reflection of your fears and concerns about the world around you, and your desire to make a difference in the face of adversity. It’s important to remember that dreams are often symbolic and can have many different interpretations, so it’s up to you to determine what this dream means for you personally.

See, it's probably just me.



But the world is not just all our own idiocy. It is wider, wilder, more subtle, more complex, often better than we imagine. Lately I am again and again realizing that when I'm stuck inside my own 4 walls, with my only window of perspective my laptop and my dreams, well eventually, it comes to be that my whole vision of the world is weird. I do not really know the world yet. I am young, and although I have lived so many years I realize more and more how much I lack in perspective, how much I don't know, and, especially during spring, how better the real world is compared to the one in my head. Depression, laying down and rotting, Harlowe monkey business, staying in your own cage, it can really fuck up the way you view the world. I am just starting out in life. I need a job, I need allies, I need someone who's truly close to me. I want to flourish, I want to bloom... late at night yesterday I was feeling the bad kind of quiet, Sparklehorse flying monkeys Giles Corey Wounded wold kind of quiet, staring out the window sitting there kind of quiet, really not good. Deep in the night I got up and walked an hour through the countryside to get to an auto pizza dispenser. I waited like 5 minutes. It must have been something I really needed, because even just the hot crust was such a teary deep relief. I was grinning like a dummy walking through the dark eating my pizza and feeling real good about life.
I was also thinking a lot about all the people who have it hard in life. And about someone who may one day be at my side and understand me. I want to be able to love someone, and I want good, I want light for this world, and I don't mean chasing out this wonderful darkness deep in all of us. I guess I'm a good-dark kind of person.

What you need to remember is this: Kavinsky Nightcall, I will always love you as the moon shines far above you, don't let the doom get into your head remember remember, that things can be so great, things can be great and we oughta make'em so.

And even if the world is ending, if!
That's no excuse to let the happy times slip by. Let's rock and roll all the way to armageddon, and if in the end it doesn't happen, we'll have lived a good life.