Some time, in a place that was and is the abbey, that is in this world and in Dream

She is coming.

I can feel her, that nasty bitch, like a tooth ache or a splinter. She nearly killed me, and I still suffer for it. Partly it was my own fault, for not remembering that silly service gods like her love to throw themselves on their own swords to look ( Read more... )

Wednesday, 20th August; afternoon

One week - one week and one thousand thousand thousand days since I
since I
I, I, I
opened one great
eye
and am
when before there was only we (in the darkwomb belly of Creation, we).

I AM
ἐγώ εἰμι(and there was a great cry in this my new Egypt.)

I have been to my Father's house, and touched his cock and cunt to receive my ( Read more... )

[Just past midnight, Thursday, August 14, day 445]
[The woods]

(Continued from hereI still really ain't sure where we are. We been walkin' ferrat least a couple hours now, but th'clouds've covered th'moon, an'I can't judge what time't might be. Long 'nough fer th'wound'n m'should t'clot over an' m'arm t'go stiff's old leather. Ain't much else I ( Read more... )

[Early evening, Wednesday, August 13th, day 444]
[The woods outside town]Woke up'is mornin' when the sky wuz th'deep blue'a th'sea bottom, m'breath stranglin'n m'throat, and a pain'n m'head't threatened t'push m'eyes from'eir sockets. I sat up, chokin' 'n clawin't m'throat, wond'rin' dully if'n m'head wuz gonna burst 'fore I strangled, an'en't wuz ( Read more... )

Friday, July 9th ( Read more... )

July 3rd, Friday night
Stumbling homewards along the bank of the river

I am not sure who is helping who to walk; Iago helping me or me helping Iago. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to grab him and take him over to La Fee Verte ... but he was mopey and it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Admittedly, I don't have the best track record with good ideas ( Read more... )

[Sunday, June 20th (Day 385)]
[Just past midnight, the woods outside of Excolo]

I feel my lips move but the words don't want to come out, the sounds grabbed up and gobbled by the nighttime shadows.  It's darker now and I don't know why.  When my voice comes out, when I make it come out - "Micah?" - it's so small I can barely hear it, so small and ( Read more... )

[Monday, 26 April, early evening]
[Day 330]
[Tavern of Hell, Verdi’s apartment]

Forgot Sunday was the day Ri took off, or I’d have made more plans to be scarce yesterday. As it was we sort of danced around each other. I cooked, and she went out to shop but didn’t come back with anything,and it was just awkward as hell. Ended up going over to the ‘Boy ( Read more... )

[Late evening of Wednesday, April 21 (day 325)]
[Approaching one's goal, or the end of one's rope, in the less reputable part of town]It was the soup spoon, oddly enough. An accidental jostle of the draining rack while I was washing up after Sunday dinner, and I saw it start to fall and reached out on simple reflex to catch it easily out of the ( Read more... )

[Thursday evening, April 8 (Day 312)]
[Verdandi's apartment - Tavern of Hell]

I've been looking forward to this more than anything and it's a nice change feeling upbeat.  I cleaned the whole apartment, laid a pretty tablecloth on the dining table and changed my sheets to the softest ones I have.  Cookie's food is in the oven, staying warm and a ( Read more... )