insane-demonchild

I am the fire of galaxies, the swish of wind between blades of grass the rush of feeling when you see something inspiring the waves of the ocean dashing against immobile rocks that will soon wear away and the energy that powers your small treasures. I can be found in forest clearings, in the darkest alley of your cities in those small, still moments when you think hope is lost the quiet mornings and the busy commutes to work and the way you move when you're too tired to keep on going. I will be here, in these fleeting times to guide you in your time of need I am outdoors and in, the turmoil within and you will never be alone. Not while I r

I am the fire of galaxies, the swish of wind between blades of grass the rush of feeling when you see something inspiring the waves of the ocean dashing against immobile rocks that will soon wear away and the energy that powers your small treasures. I can be found in forest clearings, in the darkest alley of your cities in those small, still moments when you think hope is lost the quiet mornings and the busy commutes to work and the way you move when you're too tired to keep on going. I will be here, in these fleeting times to guide you in your time of need I am outdoors and in, the turmoil within and you will never be alone. Not while I r

Colette could hardly believe it. She had spent an hour working over the servers in the club that Daft Punk were taking over tonight, in order to allow Thomas and Guy to actually get through the door without receiving an electric shock. It had been almost too easy to get into the club, with her newly dyed pink hair and candi-raver clothes that were the fashion in this part of Paris. All she'd done was chat up the bartender and he'd simply waved her to the back, thinking she wanted to meet the dj playing. Once back there, Colette pretended she was going to go use the restroom and instead went into the server room and pulled a few wires, and pop