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.