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[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

[Writing furiously in his favorite notebook]

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[ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com]

What are you writing about?

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

I don't know. It's just... all in my head and I need to get it out...

[ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com]

Can I see?

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

Listen: You can not take what is not yours.
Give it back.
Give back our lives.
Give back our color.
Give it all back.
GIVE IT BACK. GIVE IT BACK. GIVE IT BACK.

Listen: If they wont give it back, take it.

TAKE BACK WHAT BELONGS TO YOU.
Your life, your colour, your name, your death

Listen: This is not immortality. The body is full of holes. A boat to be abandoned when it no longer floats.
No one gives away anything they can’t take back.

WHY ARE YOU FRIGHTENED?
What are you frightened of?
WHY ARE YOU FRIGHTENED?
What are you frightened of?

WHY ARE YOU FRIGHTENED?
What are you frightened of?

[fire-made-flesh.livejournal.com]

[Watching.]

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

[Writing. writing. Taking a break only long enough to pull a joint out of his pocket]

[fire-made-flesh.livejournal.com]

[Watching... watching... beware, ghost! Lira's mother can show herself from any flame!"

Do you REALLY want a woman talking from the end of your joint?]

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

[He needs to get high. It wont surprise him so much given what is going through his head]

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[ Just... sitting down next to him. ]

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

[He's been smoking weed and he's near tears because he can't get it out of his head, and finally when the pen actually breaks, he just hands her the note book and puts his head down in her lap and cries]


WAKE UP. Listen.

Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.

This world is a lie. Your world is a lie. It has all been created to blind you. To kill you. To cripple you. To keep you docile and compliant. Stop taking. Stop taking what is not yours. Stop letting them take you. Your life. Your time. Your breath. Your body. Your Colour. What scared you? What made you do it? Who made you do it? Insects. Vegetables. You have no one to blame but yourself. Selfish. Traitors. Traitors to the world. Traitors to souls. You have sold the planet. You have sold your sons. For what? Filth. Things.

Wake and be the person you were supposed to be! rub out the words. Cancel the words. Cross out the sky. Take back your name.

Word.
Counter word.
Image to dust.
Prisoners eaten by white hot ants.
There is no real reality.
Always create as many insoluble conflicts as possible and always aggravate existing conflicts.
Silence deployed.

Tom Dark
June 3, 1876, April 14, 1894

How much light must we use before we realize that one day it will be gone? Light is going out. There's no light left.

WHY ARE YOU FRIGHTENED?
What are you frightened of?

Listen: Total Austerity. Total Resistance!

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[ She reads the text, brow furrowed in worry and slowly stroking his hair. ]

So much noise in your head today, Ghost.

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

All jumbled up.. don't know who it belongs to. Wont leave me be.

[aqua-blaze.livejournal.com]

[She comes close and sits by him, leaning against him while he writes with a feeling of understanding. Too much in her head today too.]

[ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com]

What are you writing about?

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

I don't know. It's just... all in my head and I need to get it out...

[ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com]

Can I see?

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

Listen: You can not take what is not yours.
Give it back.
Give back our lives.
Give back our color.
Give it all back.
GIVE IT BACK. GIVE IT BACK. GIVE IT BACK.

Listen: If they wont give it back, take it.

TAKE BACK WHAT BELONGS TO YOU.
Your life, your colour, your name, your death

Listen: This is not immortality. The body is full of holes. A boat to be abandoned when it no longer floats.
No one gives away anything they can’t take back.

WHY ARE YOU FRIGHTENED?
What are you frightened of?
WHY ARE YOU FRIGHTENED?
What are you frightened of?

WHY ARE YOU FRIGHTENED?
What are you frightened of?

[fire-made-flesh.livejournal.com]

[Watching.]

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

[Writing. writing. Taking a break only long enough to pull a joint out of his pocket]

[fire-made-flesh.livejournal.com]

[Watching... watching... beware, ghost! Lira's mother can show herself from any flame!"

Do you REALLY want a woman talking from the end of your joint?]

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

[He needs to get high. It wont surprise him so much given what is going through his head]

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[ Just... sitting down next to him. ]

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

[He's been smoking weed and he's near tears because he can't get it out of his head, and finally when the pen actually breaks, he just hands her the note book and puts his head down in her lap and cries]


WAKE UP. Listen.

Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.

This world is a lie. Your world is a lie. It has all been created to blind you. To kill you. To cripple you. To keep you docile and compliant. Stop taking. Stop taking what is not yours. Stop letting them take you. Your life. Your time. Your breath. Your body. Your Colour. What scared you? What made you do it? Who made you do it? Insects. Vegetables. You have no one to blame but yourself. Selfish. Traitors. Traitors to the world. Traitors to souls. You have sold the planet. You have sold your sons. For what? Filth. Things.

Wake and be the person you were supposed to be! rub out the words. Cancel the words. Cross out the sky. Take back your name.

Word.
Counter word.
Image to dust.
Prisoners eaten by white hot ants.
There is no real reality.
Always create as many insoluble conflicts as possible and always aggravate existing conflicts.
Silence deployed.

Tom Dark
June 3, 1876, April 14, 1894

How much light must we use before we realize that one day it will be gone? Light is going out. There's no light left.

WHY ARE YOU FRIGHTENED?
What are you frightened of?

Listen: Total Austerity. Total Resistance!

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[ She reads the text, brow furrowed in worry and slowly stroking his hair. ]

So much noise in your head today, Ghost.

[aqua-blaze.livejournal.com]

[She comes close and sits by him, leaning against him while he writes with a feeling of understanding. Too much in her head today too.]