This nightmare is a chaotic roar, a confused jumble of moments that may or may not have happened. The world is fractured like a broken funhouse mirror and, in each distorted shard, a story plays out. Sounds and sights and emotions overlap. It’s overwhelming. If, however, the mind can focus on one of the multiple and simultaneous shards of ( Read more... )

I prefer sins to threats of floods of Biblical proportions.  Sinning--if you believe in sin outside of the context of curses--is part of being human.  Even if you don't believe in the concept of sin, we're still inescapably flawed creatures that allow our base instincts to overwhelm our social conditioning.

Assuming this string of curses isn't ( Read more... )

If anyone would like to mark their doors with blood, I have some--one or two doors' worth.  It doesn't take much.  Mark it like this.  I don't know how closely the deities expect us to follow the Biblical myth, but it seems sensible to replicate it as closely as possible.  The blood came from a young male lamb... unblemished, as prescribed ( Read more... )

[A dream pops into being-not dramatically, but quietly. Hesitantly, almost. The surroundings are vague and indistinct; they’re irrelevant. The ground is solid enough to walk on, but it feels unstable as if it might tilt away at any moment. Justin is present, staring at the featureless walls, barely there himself. He appears to flicker like an ( Read more... )

Today's curse apparently involves werewolves. I recommend staying inside.

Yesterday might have been one of the last decent days to walk through the gardens. The summer plants are dormant now and the autumn blooms are opening. (This holds true for much of the garden, but certain areas appear to be immune to seasonal changes. There was a healthy ( Read more... )

( Police Filter; Unhackable )

I'm a murderer.  The murder was unjustifiable.  Deplorable.  Meaningless.  I did it to find meaning, and I did it because Richard wouldn't.  I had to be better than him at something.  I believed idiotic things.  I thought that crime was the truest expression of freedom--murder, the most liberating act.

Richard died because of me.  He was a bastard, ( Read more... )

[The recording device clicks on of its own accord, as these things so frequently do. There's a good deal of background noise--distant screams and sobbing, for the most part--before Justin begins talking to absolutely no one. His voice is hoarse and strangled.]

We already paid for what we did. We already paid. What more do you want? Do you ( Read more... )

Dreams shouldn't be shared. I'm glad I wasn't effected.

It's starting to look like spring, in spite of the rain. The graveyard in the corner of the gardens is nice right now, with its wildflowers. Some of the gravestones are almost completely covered in vines and dead plants... I don't think anyone keeps the place up. Not that there's a reason ( Read more... )

There is no justice--no fairness, no law that is untainted by the interests of those who enforce it.  For those of us who suffer due to the injustices of those in a position of power, fairness can only be delivered by subverting--and eventually overcoming--law and order.  If we desire justice, we must take it ourselves.

No.  No... it's an endless ( Read more... )