Stalin VS Hitler

Stalin vs. Hitler The Authorized Annotated Translation The comics © 2000 by Alexey Lipatov. Please don't steal too hard. It upsets the artist.

thanks to blingforjesus

a blooming garden again

I killed Adrian. He's lying in the bed puddledead asleep. I decided to show him how to give a massage as I was tired of my shoulders feeling cheated or brutalized.

I win.

Today was work again, and a shifting of plans. I suddenly realized this afternoon that staying the night at James', no matter how desirable the films and company, when there is a job interview the next day, it isn't the wisest course of action. Not that I've been known for my wisdom for the past few years, but I feel it coming back to me. My reading of the human pages is returning, but slowly. Not quick enough though, it seems. It seems, and seems is all I'll say, that I am collecting again.

I had a horrible mental image this week. Stalking down the middle of a street, drawing from those following me. Lightning gathering at my hands and calling thunder from the sky. Forks of power built of thier belief in me. My voice could crack stone, because this crowd behind me thought they loved.

I laughed out loud at my minds painful image and at how true some of it was. That truth was painful - especially rememberance of looking back on that very thing not months before and realizing that all the gardens hidden secrets had turned from diamonds to dust from lack of contact. The words and confidences need to be buffed by presence, else they fade and dissolve. Meaningless over the passage of time.

I wonder if I asked, would Jeff paint for me before he left.

the passion of the not

So it turns out that bloodykitty  and I have been dating eachother through circuitous means.

 

Why are we not surprised.

so Lorretta Young Silks

Job interview in appoximately an hour. I'm unsure what to wear as I don't know the impression I'm to be giving. Is it for theatre? Is it a clerical? It's completely up in the air. I could end up tech...

I am killing again.  Dreaming of memories. I woke very  suddenly yesterday in the dead of night. I had been whimpering in my sleep and Adrian doesn't know me very well. I don't know how long I was asleep, but it was long enough. I had to fight my urge to hurt him. Jolting adrenalin turning my hands into pain and claw. I suppose I feel the air from the moist earth. Wanting to be a kid again without the pain of the fosterhome twisting me into shapes made of broken wire to bind my wrists.

It is springtime again.

God answers for everyone - endless excuses
Not habit for anyone 'cause I'm trying to break your click track heart
Seen a vision of perfect grace - airbrushed and lifeless
All contempt and aftertaste, it's like I'm waiting for the scars to heal