'We have come to where I said
you would see the miserable sinners
who have lost the good of the intellect.'
And after he had put his hand on mine
with a reassuring look that gave me comfort,
he led me toward things unknown to man.
Now sighs, loud wailing, lamentation
resounded through the starless air,
so that I too began to weep.
Unfamiliar tongues, horrendous accents,
words of suffering, cries of rage, voices
loud and faint, the sound of slapping hands --
all these made a tumult, always whirling
in that black and timeless air,
as sand is swirled in a whirlwind.

Soon, children. Soon.

THROUGH ME THE WAY TO THE CITY OF WOE,
THROUGH ME THE WAY TO EVERLASTING PAIN,
THROUGH ME THE WAY AMONG THE LOST.
JUSTICE MOVED MY MAKER ON HIGH.
DIVINE POWER MADE ME,
WISDOM SUPREME, AND PRIMAL LOVE.
BEFORE ME NOTHING WAS BUT THINGS ETERNAL,
AND ETERNAL I ENDURE.
ABANDON ALL HOPE, YOU WHO ENTER HERE.
These words, dark in hue, I saw inscribed
over an archway. And then I said:
'Master, for me their meaning is hard.'
And he, as one who understood:
'Here you must banish all distrust,
here must all cowardice be slain.
'We have come to where I said
you would see the miserable sinners
who have lost the good of the intellect.'
And after he had put his hand on mine
with a reassuring look that gave me comfort,
he led me toward things unknown to man.

Learn it well.

Gone.

Gonegonegonegonegone g o n e gonegonegonegonegonegone.

shush

gone

Looks like the next batch of brew is coming along nicely. So far, it's hitting 180 proof, so Sunde should have a fair time of it.

Sasori, chocolate's in the fridge. Mind, the green ones are mine.

River, alright?

Somedays I just want to rip my ear drums out. Then I remember that I need them for balance. Damn.

I need to scratch my nose. Mind, it would be easier if the jacket wasn't covered in bleeding straps.

The Rules

# Leave me a comment saying "interview me."
# I will respond by asking you five questions.
# You will update your journals with the answers to the questions.
# You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
# When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.


my interveiw
1.) Who the hell're you? Farfarello.
2.) How'd you get that eyepatch, if that is you in that picture? My eye was damaged from a fight and I wear it for the sensibilities of society.
3.) You like philosophy kinda stuff, huh? Yes.
4.) Your hair naturally that color? Yes.
5.) ... like alcohol? I make it in my backyard.

Morals - if you want some real Irish Gold - I believe the Yanks call it White Lighting or Moonshine - I am selling the stuff. Just make sure you have a container for some, mind.

Moving can be annoying. Sasori's here.

I guess Ciss is leaving for upstairs.

Hn. fun times.

Shush, shush, look she sleeps. Her rotten core spreading vile traces in yellows and in greens. Shush, such things for not children or the beasts, this is her rotting core a gaping maw with filthy teeth. They come within the fleshy heart, spreading spreading spreading. Yellow and green and slick and grease and shush shush. They weaken the heart and lungs and rotting cores. They bring such things to gripping hands and lying tongues.

Lying with her filthy mattress she is the mistress of all things rotting shush now shush now, she weeps alone with the yellow and the green and the dark dark man with nothing nothing nothing.

Looks like I have a full dance card already. Huh.

I'm bringing extra Irish Gold. The SOLDIERS drank it all last time.

Whoever left the sample dish laying around it won't work. Diseases do not like me at all. Neither do they like the fires of the still. Tch.

That was painless. Huh.

...Fuck.

I'm going home.

It's nice when the scars do not deter closeness.

Still turning forms? How long are they going to let the citizens dangle this time? I say another week.

And there they go again. It would be far more laughable if they say 'Go Go Gaget Breasts' first. Or balls if the case may be.

Now. Where did I stuff that score card?

Brilliant, Schuldig. Remind me to go looking for your corpse in the next few days.

Tomorrow is Saint Patrick's Day. For anyone that cares, it's a time to pertend to be Irish and drink green alcohol until you're puking and shitting at the same time. People back home spend the whole day faking the accent, the attitude, the whole everything. So take it from someone that despises such things - don't fucking annoy me. I'm not a happy Irish drunk, and I won't be nice if someone pinches me for not wearing green. If you wish to go green, then fine. Just stay the fuck away from me.

Got it?

Good.

And so it goes on. Life and death with a laugh track. Reminds me of that shithole Crawford found me in, except now I have knives. And bunny slippers.

Got you something, Ciss. River, the one in blue is yours. Miwako, I got you something too.

[ooc; For Cissnei, he got her a pair of asskicking boots, River he got a hoodie to keep warm with and Miwako kitty slippers to match his.]

I have bunny slippers. They're pink.

Round and round and round and round the cycle spins and spins and spins and spins. Dry and cut and frozen and alive and beating and pumping and spinning again. Sing to me silence and depression and life and love and darkness and death and rabid rabid rabid rabid.

Nice city. Quiet city. Silence explodes. Screams destroy. Darkness illuminates.

We are all mad here.

That was vaguly entertaining. Now. Who needs to die and how painful?

Remind me why I decided to put up with Schuldig? And where is my best knife?