Friday, July 29, 2011

Have to find her.

Have to find Mother Goose.

She can help.

She will help.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Days since...

I'm sorry. I'm not used to

I've been throwing up since

Bambi was at Beauty's was at Helen's old apartment. Don't ask me why. I didn't have anything with me but the clothes on my back, and even then I didn't have much. I knew I shouldn't have gone in unprepared, unarmed, but

Love does funny things to you. Even if the one you love is

I had nothing to lose if Helen was

If I didn't have Helen there was nothing for me to

The receptionist recognized me. I don't know how. I don't look anything like I did when I still lived with her there. But I'm glad she did. She buzzed me through the front doors and gasped that oh my God it was me and did I want to go up to the apartment? Of course I said yes. The receptionist didn't know that Bambi was up there. I did. I knew that she was up there. I knew what I had to do and I knew I could do it. I took the stairs. I'm no good with elevators.

The apartment was almost completely empty. No, it was empty. Completely empty. There weren't even any walls. The only evidence that it was an apartment at all were the windows looking out over the bustling streets below. Something told me it wasn't natural. That it was a trick that the Creature was playing on me. That didn't matter. All that mattered was Bambi. And there she was. And she smirked. And I knew who it was that hid behind that name, a name acting like a mask, her own mask for her face discarded somewhere so she could stare me in the face and demoralize me and it worked


I wouldn't have thought in a million years Mary would do what she's done to her own sister. Maybe to me. She never liked me. But she put up with me because of our common link. Helen. Her sister. My love.

I flew at her in a rage, ready to rip her apart like I've done to countless others, innocent or otherwise, on purpose or by accident, and I fell to the ground, I collapsed, I couldn't hurt her and not for a lack of trying

And it wasn't even the Creature's influence or Its presence that was doing this to me but just the shock of seeing Mary here Mary who is Bambi who killed her sister who killed her sister named Helen who killed her sister that I was in love with that I loved with all my heart

And then I awoke in a Dumpster where I normally wake up in the mornings.

And I found I had lost the song

I found I had lost my voice

And I don't think I'll be getting it back any time soon

Friday, July 8, 2011

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
Coral is far more red than her lips' red
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun
If hair be wires, black wires grow on her head
I have seen roses damask'd, red, and white
But no such roses see I in her cheeks
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound
I grant I never saw a goddess go
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground
And yet by heaven I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare

I...don't feel very good.

Monday, July 4, 2011


I think that I know where to find Bambi
But until I can I must face up to my sins
I've hurt again, I dare not sully their names
By speaking them; I cover my eyes and dip my chin

Wish me luck in my quest
For if I don't come back in three days
Then you should probably assume
I'm dead, or caught in the Creature's haze

Bambi will die someday
Or I will redeem her
She may serve the Creature
But I can still be a dreamer