PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Okay. Who in the hell tore down my place of business?

The sun must be destroyed.

Merlyn, you're a dead bitch.

I'm getting bored. Vampires are uncreative. You all combust from the inside out. Anyone in need of a sheriff?

Someone like to tell me where in the hell my son is?

What the hell? I know I didn't walk to Los Angeles...from New Mexico. What is going on here? Oh god, I must really be losing my mind.

That psycho killed Jim and now I'm all messed up...why couldn't I have just shot him in the truck.

He's dead now, and I don't feel a thing. The bastard is dead and I am free. That should make me feel better, but it doesn't.

And what the hell kind of Los Angeles is this?

Really now. Is there not a single one of you do-gooders that can pose an actual threat against me? This is becoming something of a bore...

Well, now. God certainly is shining down a ray of hope onto you happy little people of Los Angeles, isn't he? He always was good for that.