PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Y'know, it'd be nice to live in a place that wasn't constantly being tossed around like it was yesterday's garbage. So can LA please stop acting like it's about to collapse in on itself? I'd really appreciate it, 'cause it's kinda getting annoying. Just a smidge.

Sunnydale imploded. L.A. exploded. Neither made the papers outside of the States.

Somehow, not so surprising.

Name's Oz. Glad to be back. It's been a while.

too many voices
hurts

ah-- homeless & directionless again

The objects seem to be collecting themselves... and somehow... one was pawned to me. If you see one, just take it to the antique shop down the street. It's anywhere from a pencil, to a bus pass.

You probably think I'm crazy, that's a given.

Strange things are going on ...

Okay, so..

bored now.

No Wolvie to annoy, no Gumbo to irritate. But..the no Wolvie part is pretty much the point, I suppose.

I just miss Gumbo. By jujeebies I've got myself into it this time. I might have to call home just to talk to ol' Gumbo. But I wonder if that'd bring Wolvie out this way.

Well..hopefully not.

ANYWAYS, Hee...fun..yay..Gumbo.

Well I've got to say I was expecting things here to be a tad different. As someone said before, the tea's bloody awful and waitresses think I'm insane when I ask for vineger with my chips. It's not that odd, is it?

I almost feel odd being here- Like something's not right. Ever since that plane ride. Or maybe I just don't have any idea what I'm talking about.

My name's Charlie Pace if anyone was wondering. If anyone knows where I could get a job with a guitar I'd be very grateful, seeing as I'm jobless and directionless at the moment.

I never thought I'd say how much I want to be back in Los Angeles. Moral to the story, don't go on Flight 815 kids.

Like Jennifer said, if you come across some kind of everyday item that:
a. is indestructible
b. does something weird
and/or
c. gives you the willies,
it's probably an Object. Yes, with a capital O. If you come across one, get it to Jennifer pronto. Or me, if you want. I guess I can return them to the Room. I don't want to say much more, because frankly, I don't really know how many of you belong to cabals, and I don't particularly want to be acquired.

I can't sleep. Bad dreams.