PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Do you miss your brother, sweetheart? Do the fine ladies and gentlemen who live in the sun tell you stories about him?

So many dreadful things in such a tiny person. How did they fit it inside, I wonder?

You've been knocking on stars and whispering wants to the little girl inside.

Hell follows me everywhere.

I think I'm going mad.

Right then.

Slayer. Problem. Are we going to fix it or not?

Starlight, starbright; children searching in the night.

I can hear them. They're crying havoc, but no one is letting them play.

Come to me, dearies. We'll make our own fun.

Lots of blood in the air lately.

( Filtered to Faith. )


I need another a drink.

I know I've been screwing around on these boards lately, but that's inbetween alternate reality jumps, slaying, and patrolling. Looking through them recently makes me really wonder who's ready for something big. Because yeah, the Slayer senses have definitely been tingling lately.

This city lost my Angel.

I honestly do not see what the big deal is over a little rain and wind. You people whine far too much. It's downright pathetic.

The stars have moved all around on me when I wasn't looking and now they're in such a terrible state of confusion. They cry so loud...no more pretty whispers...it's all so very wrong. April showers bring May flowers but they wither and fade in the dark. And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow...creeping and creeping and creeping it comes. Rain, rain, go away. The sun has come and gone and dollies can dance in the dark. And they all come tumbling down.