No more asylums. No more police stations. No more psychos babbling at me about 'The Magnificent One' like I can't guess what they're talking about. No more parents or brother hovering over me looking scared about every little thing. No more 'for you're own safety'.
Finally back home, which I rented out to some people for some extra cash during my various incarcerations. So much to catch up on. So much to say, and do, and remember. In summation: I'm re-energized, and as fresh as could be expected.
I wanted out, and was glad to be gone, but now? Now I'm glad to be back. People to try and help stories to watch unfold. I've got shit to do. 4:15 AM, got too much energy.
Good Luck.
Showing posts with label Going to live. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Going to live. Show all posts
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Dark Woods Circus
There is a lot of fog here. Like, seriously far FAR too much fog. yeahyeahyeahyeah ISEEYOU to. There's wi-fi here maybe becuase...no not the time for speculation after. After I'm out, after I've changed the background back afterafter. Gottta..gotta..didn't get captured wanted to come here had to test something, confirm something had to get to...doesn't matter anymore, stay safe Aussie. Could use this chance to go pay everyone a visit personally, no, no, stupid. Physics work wierd here, ya know? I hit someone to steal this....this...this...thing. I know it has a name whatisitwhatisitwhatitis ithasaname! Pointless, that train of thought is pointless, calm down, calm. BACXK OFF FUCKER. Right, right, physics be fucked, hit the guy and his head kinda like...play-dough hit it, and it just collapsed then BOING back to shape...think they might be dead, didn't check. Getting out of her now, messing with my heads in wierd ways. Or maybe I won't too soon to be sure, left arm is burning head is poiunding branches are shifting and screwy and ISEEYOU. Need to get out.
Good Luck
Good Luck
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Paradichlorobenzene
Wasn't Hosozukuri supposed to be safe? I ask because that's where the next damnable message was hiding "tellthemwhatyouhear" and I could see it just fine until...3341. I haven't been able to see them since the 8th, shortly after I listened to 3341, except Breeze in Monochrome NIGHT, which is now blank but for the message meaning its doing something to her now and playing its little games with me. I know it would accomplish nothing and indeed at least one person had trouble because of...but I want to punch it right where it's face should be break its damn sunglasses(yeah, H(a)unting's back, at least it's playing by the rules).
What I've been hearing since I woke up this morning is Anticholorbenzene but it's slower than the actual song and stuttering like it doesn't know the song very well. Only one part is clear, insanely so, and it repeats every other loop: "akirame wa boku o sukuu kara" "only giving up will save me". Yes, because I didn't get the point during the week of attacks, or when it shut off my ability to see the blogs. At least it's letting me see my own posts again.
Good Luck
PS: it was quiet enough to hear the world around me most of the time. Still can't see comments but I know I got 2 of 'em thanks. Figure it'll sent something worse to dissuade me in the future.
What I've been hearing since I woke up this morning is Anticholorbenzene but it's slower than the actual song and stuttering like it doesn't know the song very well. Only one part is clear, insanely so, and it repeats every other loop: "akirame wa boku o sukuu kara" "only giving up will save me". Yes, because I didn't get the point during the week of attacks, or when it shut off my ability to see the blogs. At least it's letting me see my own posts again.
Good Luck
PS: it was quiet enough to hear the world around me most of the time. Still can't see comments but I know I got 2 of 'em thanks. Figure it'll sent something worse to dissuade me in the future.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Nemureru Hoshi No Aoi Suna
Fuck, don't know why I'm bothering to post, just...makes me feel better, better than a comment somewhere to spill, without the need to be concise or, eloquent. Fizz is...dead probably, one of the ones I could relate to pretty easily, made it easier some ways 'it's not just me, someone else can separate themselves from that fear of killing someone'. She didn't commit suicide 'cause of the weight of the normal Husks, no, she went and fell in love, with some girl she didn't really meet, tried to save her, and...fuck, just, just read it yourself. Wish something would show up tonight, want to make something hurt, 'cause I'm dumb 'cause I've fallen in love to, with humanity and every person fighting in their own way, either just living or trying to fight. Haven't met 'em want to save 'em, driven near to tears 'cause we lost two, forever, hope they have peace now.
Damn, that sounds cliche, and stupid, and maybe I like the thought of saving people too much, am too ready to throw away others, and my own life for the 'cause'. I thought about posting on Robert's blog try and ask him who he was supposed to fight 'till the end, but I've thought better of it. We don't need Robert, or sages, or titles, we're humans we'll beat it, however we beat it, be it through words, violence, or whatever comes up in the future. So there's no reason to make him remember to make him walk this path again, besides he'd probably just walk the same path again, with the same result "the definition of insanity is repeating the same conditions and expecting a different result".
Had a thought, what if they get into Isabel's account somehow, burn her blog just for measure, or whatever?
She was a survivalist, had a thing for the paranormal, thought zombies were going to get her, and made sure she'd survive such a thing. She had a family, a few with similar thoughts, same survivalist mindset if not quite the same. She had friends, good friends who'd weather an attack with her, make grocery and ammo runs. She ran on bravado for much of her life, pretending she wasn't scared 'cause that was an easier coping method. When she finally found her real courage, the ability to admit fear but advance anyway, it was cause of that girl she never really met. Tragedy brought her true strength and now its tragedy that's ruined it all. She wasn't weak, wasn't a coward, tried her best to help everyone, just reaching out in some cases, trying to keep spirits high. She was a great girl and she went out on her own terms, as did Nessa in the end. Didn't know Nessa to well but she left us a great mantra, and it seems to piss of the Husks, always a fun bonus, don't care how narmy it is. Just realized this is a eulogy...wanted it to be a reminder that she existed something real myself to grip onto in those times of doubting, but its fitting I guess. I wish them both the best in heaven or in their next life, or a peaceful respite in darkness.
If her friends can get onto her blog, and see this, write something better for her, deeper more personal. Just needed to write everything out...and looking at I can't bring myself to delete it...so it's going up in all its imperfect shallow glory. Want to cry, want to hurt something, want to sing something fast, something slow, something happy, something sad, something silly. Don't know want I want right now, but I'm not giving up, in any form.
To anyone else who might read this: remember, lots of people love you, no matter the tragedy, try and live for their sake.
"The rain sings out
The light sings out
to the unfair star...
...The slumbering star is beautiful"
Good Luck
Damn, that sounds cliche, and stupid, and maybe I like the thought of saving people too much, am too ready to throw away others, and my own life for the 'cause'. I thought about posting on Robert's blog try and ask him who he was supposed to fight 'till the end, but I've thought better of it. We don't need Robert, or sages, or titles, we're humans we'll beat it, however we beat it, be it through words, violence, or whatever comes up in the future. So there's no reason to make him remember to make him walk this path again, besides he'd probably just walk the same path again, with the same result "the definition of insanity is repeating the same conditions and expecting a different result".
Had a thought, what if they get into Isabel's account somehow, burn her blog just for measure, or whatever?
She was a survivalist, had a thing for the paranormal, thought zombies were going to get her, and made sure she'd survive such a thing. She had a family, a few with similar thoughts, same survivalist mindset if not quite the same. She had friends, good friends who'd weather an attack with her, make grocery and ammo runs. She ran on bravado for much of her life, pretending she wasn't scared 'cause that was an easier coping method. When she finally found her real courage, the ability to admit fear but advance anyway, it was cause of that girl she never really met. Tragedy brought her true strength and now its tragedy that's ruined it all. She wasn't weak, wasn't a coward, tried her best to help everyone, just reaching out in some cases, trying to keep spirits high. She was a great girl and she went out on her own terms, as did Nessa in the end. Didn't know Nessa to well but she left us a great mantra, and it seems to piss of the Husks, always a fun bonus, don't care how narmy it is. Just realized this is a eulogy...wanted it to be a reminder that she existed something real myself to grip onto in those times of doubting, but its fitting I guess. I wish them both the best in heaven or in their next life, or a peaceful respite in darkness.
If her friends can get onto her blog, and see this, write something better for her, deeper more personal. Just needed to write everything out...and looking at I can't bring myself to delete it...so it's going up in all its imperfect shallow glory. Want to cry, want to hurt something, want to sing something fast, something slow, something happy, something sad, something silly. Don't know want I want right now, but I'm not giving up, in any form.
To anyone else who might read this: remember, lots of people love you, no matter the tragedy, try and live for their sake.
"The rain sings out
The light sings out
to the unfair star...
...The slumbering star is beautiful"
Good Luck
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Resolve
Love, Light, Life.
I actually yelled that last night when I sent the bastards running. I sadly can't say I was as awesome as Fizzbomb but I did get some guests last night, though even if they'd shown up today I still wouldn't invite them in for turkey that date has already passed here. Twelve Husks showed up I got 41.667%(or 5) of them directly 3 with the combat knife before I got tackled down by one.
Don't know what it planned to do, don't care, important part is I live near woods, it was a source of much paranoia since reading about it, but much fun in my younger days. Also, it means hunting tools are constantly available to me such as easily concealed hunting knives for stabbing things which tackle you to the ground, wish it hadn't been wearing a mask would've loved to see its face...no, that's the adrenalin talking, it's good they wear masks makes it easier to remind self they're not humans. Anyway, kicked that one off me and made a beat for the house before they could swarm, they tried but I had one more surprise: a shotgun. First one in got blasted at near point-blank, didn't set my shoulder right, almost broke it, had to drop both knives, had to use shotgun as a club for the next one in. They backed off after that, tried to take the back door, heard the long-since broken stairs slip from under one of them, heard a crack probably hit the cement block at the bottom of them. They didn't try that again.
Glad the neighbors work late, don't have to see this madness, they left shortly after, them 5 Husks shorter and at least two of them have a concussion if they're not bleeding internally, and me bruised, sick and nicked from a few knives, but still okay. Don't know if it's a side-effect of being Husks or it just has no experienced weapon-wielders to spare on me way out here, but the Husks sure suck in direct conflict. I know where I'm going to weather the assault tonight, no web access out there, but no woods either. If you don't hear from me tomorrow, well you know what happened, but I can assure you I won't be going gentle.
Good luck tonight everyone.
PS: the bodies were burned in a pit with some old wood, didn't look at the faces didn't have the guts.
I actually yelled that last night when I sent the bastards running. I sadly can't say I was as awesome as Fizzbomb but I did get some guests last night, though even if they'd shown up today I still wouldn't invite them in for turkey that date has already passed here. Twelve Husks showed up I got 41.667%(or 5) of them directly 3 with the combat knife before I got tackled down by one.
Don't know what it planned to do, don't care, important part is I live near woods, it was a source of much paranoia since reading about it, but much fun in my younger days. Also, it means hunting tools are constantly available to me such as easily concealed hunting knives for stabbing things which tackle you to the ground, wish it hadn't been wearing a mask would've loved to see its face...no, that's the adrenalin talking, it's good they wear masks makes it easier to remind self they're not humans. Anyway, kicked that one off me and made a beat for the house before they could swarm, they tried but I had one more surprise: a shotgun. First one in got blasted at near point-blank, didn't set my shoulder right, almost broke it, had to drop both knives, had to use shotgun as a club for the next one in. They backed off after that, tried to take the back door, heard the long-since broken stairs slip from under one of them, heard a crack probably hit the cement block at the bottom of them. They didn't try that again.
Glad the neighbors work late, don't have to see this madness, they left shortly after, them 5 Husks shorter and at least two of them have a concussion if they're not bleeding internally, and me bruised, sick and nicked from a few knives, but still okay. Don't know if it's a side-effect of being Husks or it just has no experienced weapon-wielders to spare on me way out here, but the Husks sure suck in direct conflict. I know where I'm going to weather the assault tonight, no web access out there, but no woods either. If you don't hear from me tomorrow, well you know what happened, but I can assure you I won't be going gentle.
Good luck tonight everyone.
PS: the bodies were burned in a pit with some old wood, didn't look at the faces didn't have the guts.
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