Saturday, April 7, 2012

What kind of name is Killjay, anyway?

Killjay is dead. The earth shudders around our knees. So then,

Recite: Our Fath
er, who art in e
very shadow, hollowed b
e Thy face. With
Ash and bone You se
nd us home, to
dream of Your ang
embrace. Give us this
vengeance, this knife, this ne
ed, and let us be
lost from this place. 
Approach me no more when
Truth guides my hand, and know when

open my eyes, You’ll
never be safe as long as You waste
So stand still, and I'll help you die.



Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Lucky 13, lucky 13. Cryptic bullshit abounds. What kind of name is Esse, anyway? Look, if you try something, you'll regret it, I promise you.

Hell, I shouldn't have stayed up all last night watching a Saw marathon. I think I hear something. I'll be back in a minute. You know, probably.

Friday, March 30, 2012

The boredom sets in

Being alone is okay for me. I'm okay with being alone. The Hunger might catch up to me more quickly, without anyone to...but I'm okay with that right now. The empty town feels almost...peaceful. You know? All alone.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

All alone

I'm all alone. Jeremy's gone. The people in this town are gone. Hell, even the sky is gone - or at least it feels that way. Sure, I can go outside and look up, but I can see through that backdrop of blue into the wide open emptiness beyond it. I'm all alone. I don't think I've ever been this alone before.

Monday, March 26, 2012

A prayer

Our Father who art in the trees,
Hallowed be thy servants.
In Kingdom Come,
your will is done
on Earth as it is in your land.
Give us this day as one more day,
and forgive us our existence,
as we forgive those who fight against us,
and lead us not into your arms,
but deliver us from our homes.