If you want to open the hole
Just put your head down and go
Step beside the piece
Of circumstance
Monday, December 15, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Faith,
Look, I can't say I like this set-up, but I'm not going to say I hate it either. Sooner or later I'm going to need your help and I'd rather not do a whole lot of begging and pleading and explaining then. Just do whatever you have to do and don't babysit me and we'll be just fine. Also I don't want some sort of butler or anything. I know you're getting used to not being a ghoul and stuff, but just let me do my own thing once in a while.
And I must say it's nice to have someone who seems to be on my side (for whatever reasons) in this whole mess. Sure Johnny is all protective and Jeremy, well, I guess maybe he's cool when he's not going all paranoid (sorry about their behaviour, I just can't control them!). But that's our little club, and they kinda have to be on my side of things. Mister Oscar just doesn't trust me which is fucking ridiculous! And all those Camarilla bastards keep sending us on suicide missions and they just get more reckless each time we get lucky and come out alive. We're tools for them, maybe assets or some kinds of political pawns. But they don't really care.
So, um, yeah.
I tend to do some stupid stuff sometimes. If something happens to me it's not your fault okay? Mister Oscar seems to think you're some kinda bodyguard for me. Just tell him I ran away and got into my own mess (probably true) and you weren't involved. Say whatever, like that I told you to go away or dominated you or something, I don't care. Don't want to have to deal with other people getting in trouble for my screw-ups. I'm kinda used to getting out of scrapes, you see.
Er, yeah. okay. I'm just gonna go into my room, and, stuff.
Uh, bye.
Lola.
And I must say it's nice to have someone who seems to be on my side (for whatever reasons) in this whole mess. Sure Johnny is all protective and Jeremy, well, I guess maybe he's cool when he's not going all paranoid (sorry about their behaviour, I just can't control them!). But that's our little club, and they kinda have to be on my side of things. Mister Oscar just doesn't trust me which is fucking ridiculous! And all those Camarilla bastards keep sending us on suicide missions and they just get more reckless each time we get lucky and come out alive. We're tools for them, maybe assets or some kinds of political pawns. But they don't really care.
So, um, yeah.
I tend to do some stupid stuff sometimes. If something happens to me it's not your fault okay? Mister Oscar seems to think you're some kinda bodyguard for me. Just tell him I ran away and got into my own mess (probably true) and you weren't involved. Say whatever, like that I told you to go away or dominated you or something, I don't care. Don't want to have to deal with other people getting in trouble for my screw-ups. I'm kinda used to getting out of scrapes, you see.
Er, yeah. okay. I'm just gonna go into my room, and, stuff.
Uh, bye.
Lola.
...when circumstances make death imminent...
There's a thin paper wall in front of me. So thin that it feels like the slightest breeze will tear it to shreds. Behind I can see shapes writhing. Backs and legs and shoulders. Fingernails and teeth. A mass of flesh. An orgy of conspiracies. Shadowed heads look up from the huddle, sharp beaks threatening to pierce the skin separating us. But they never do. They always turn back to their secrets. I can't touch the paper. Its too far, I can't reach it!
Fucking circumstances. There are no circumstances! It wasn't circumstance that raped Faith's memories. It wasn't circumstance that delayed the shipment of explosives. It wasn't a fucking circumstance that blew up the bell tower!
Why do they keep saying that word. Its haunting me! Voices in the dark whisper it. Everyone but me knows the truth and they mock me! They mock me with their little jokes. I'm just a clown to them. Crazy Jeremy, let's play a trick on him. Let's see him squirm. Trick or fucking treat! Fuckers!
The first time it surfaced in my mind like a jellyfish through black harbour waters. Then Faith said it. Then Eddie. Then that Russian cock-sucker Yuri!
What are you afraid of Jeremy? You've got a gun, have some fun!
We're a community of circumstances. Motherfucking circumstances!
Fucking circumstances. There are no circumstances! It wasn't circumstance that raped Faith's memories. It wasn't circumstance that delayed the shipment of explosives. It wasn't a fucking circumstance that blew up the bell tower!
Why do they keep saying that word. Its haunting me! Voices in the dark whisper it. Everyone but me knows the truth and they mock me! They mock me with their little jokes. I'm just a clown to them. Crazy Jeremy, let's play a trick on him. Let's see him squirm. Trick or fucking treat! Fuckers!
The first time it surfaced in my mind like a jellyfish through black harbour waters. Then Faith said it. Then Eddie. Then that Russian cock-sucker Yuri!
What are you afraid of Jeremy? You've got a gun, have some fun!
We're a community of circumstances. Motherfucking circumstances!
Magpie,
I have most of what I need.
Soon we will take a walk again, just you and me and a bird, maybe. Let me know if I need to run. And if you want to get your hands dirty.
Another thing. You are terrifying and exhilarating and I am starting to obsess about you. I love that the thought of you horrifies the others.
They're trying to tie me down with responsibilities. For now, I'm not cutting any ropes, I'm too vulnerable. Many hours we shall wait.
But it will never be too late. We're immortal, after all. Beginning to understand what that means.
xxx
L.
Soon we will take a walk again, just you and me and a bird, maybe. Let me know if I need to run. And if you want to get your hands dirty.
Another thing. You are terrifying and exhilarating and I am starting to obsess about you. I love that the thought of you horrifies the others.
They're trying to tie me down with responsibilities. For now, I'm not cutting any ropes, I'm too vulnerable. Many hours we shall wait.
But it will never be too late. We're immortal, after all. Beginning to understand what that means.
xxx
L.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
We’re making a mistake.
Victims of circumstance. Thoughts give us away. A beacon to those who look.
Fuck you, Lola!
And like that, our thoughts are gone.
Congratulations, you’re a mother-fucker.
The girl with flowers in her hair, she is the beauty, he is the beast. Or is it the other way around.
Stop being afraid, grab your gun. It’s time to shoot someone.
A woman in a white dress picking her fangs with a pair of spectacles. A man in darkness laughing at the world above. The man in the church stroking his shadow.
He's not one of us but you can trust the old man.
She comes. A mother with stone children.
We all know who is the Big Bad Guy. Beware the Big Bad Guy. It’s the Big Bad Guy who’s going to try to kill us all. That is the Enemy. The true Foe.
The city will run red.
Salvation will come out of the Sun.
Pay attention. It comes just before this: That which we call a Rose.
Just before that is all you really need to know. Well, maybe more.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Revenge will be sweet.
Dear Camarilla friends,
Their time will come. Just like that no-good bootlegger got his dues, so will they all. Mark my words, I will make them pay. Whoever told that no-good assamite about us is as good as dead, and I sure hope all those traitorous bastards hide good and well, because I'm coming for them, each and every single one of them and I want to see the terror in their eyes when they realise there is no escape from their fate. There is no way out.
Don't you worry, when me and Tom find them in their rat-infested holes, we will drag their bloody corpses down the streets tied behind our bike like the Romans did. Then just as unlife is about to leave them, and the beast takes over, we'll feed them on the corpse-blood of maggots and insects, letting their own beasts tear their mind apart. You dare mess with us! We will show you what monsters we really are! We're not playing games here. The masquerade is the fight for our very survival, and these "Sabbat" wanna put us all on the line with their propoganda and ego-driven sadism. Damn em all. Let's burn the image of sunlight and fire into their minds, make em think twice before they call themselves monsters and think us weak. Don't let the fear rule you! Harness your nature! Let fear be your ally, not your enemy!
And here's what I have to say to the Sabbat: You will get the monster you created! You can't create a monster, then whine when it stomps on a few buildings!
With the greatest affection,
John Riviera
Their time will come. Just like that no-good bootlegger got his dues, so will they all. Mark my words, I will make them pay. Whoever told that no-good assamite about us is as good as dead, and I sure hope all those traitorous bastards hide good and well, because I'm coming for them, each and every single one of them and I want to see the terror in their eyes when they realise there is no escape from their fate. There is no way out.
Don't you worry, when me and Tom find them in their rat-infested holes, we will drag their bloody corpses down the streets tied behind our bike like the Romans did. Then just as unlife is about to leave them, and the beast takes over, we'll feed them on the corpse-blood of maggots and insects, letting their own beasts tear their mind apart. You dare mess with us! We will show you what monsters we really are! We're not playing games here. The masquerade is the fight for our very survival, and these "Sabbat" wanna put us all on the line with their propoganda and ego-driven sadism. Damn em all. Let's burn the image of sunlight and fire into their minds, make em think twice before they call themselves monsters and think us weak. Don't let the fear rule you! Harness your nature! Let fear be your ally, not your enemy!
And here's what I have to say to the Sabbat: You will get the monster you created! You can't create a monster, then whine when it stomps on a few buildings!
With the greatest affection,
John Riviera
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