PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I've been doing some googling...I probably shouldn't have...but I did. I blame Bart.

If someone could please explain the picture behind the cut, I will be extremely grateful...because I'm really confused.

( Picture )

"Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?"

My, my... so much rejoice in one side! So much woe in the other! Isn't this city just a jewel shining for this humble jester's eyes? Ahhh, weep not, those who feel crestfallen, take Mad Hatter's hand and join the mad tea party. Every day except your birthday is worth to celebrate~♪

Why so sour, o forces of wickedness? The sun is not an enemy of yours. Listen to this humble jester utter old truths that the one who is known as the Morning Star was the Father of the suns. The same Morning Star that fathered Hell.

Light. Darkness. Sun. Moon. One and the same. Forget one's advice. Who would listen to a fool, a mere jester that is here for the Court's amusement?

In conclusion, one is feeling lonely and searches for animal company. Are there any good pet stores the ladies and lords would recommend? One was thinking in purchasing a good snake. Such wise creatures, those. The sssssecrets they know how to keep from the entire world.

I'll be back soon. Be ready to leave when I get there.

Isn't it a beautiful day out? I hope you all enjoy your complimentary gift baskets that were put together for you.

Now I think I'm going to go walk in the sun for a bit.

Why the fuck is there a movie thing called Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone? Did someone completely forget to tell me something? Because I found out, you know. Google helped me a lot on that.

Wotcher, kind and not confused people of the interwebs! I'm afraid I've found myself in a bit of a predicament. I'm not sure whether I blacked out or just suffered from a temporary bout of oblivate amnesia, but could someone possibly tell me where I am?

This certainly isn't London. We don't have palm trees in London.

I am bringing you Chloe. Thank her when she arrives, because if it wasn't for her presence I would kill you all.

I expect you to take her in and protect her from Lex Luthor. Failure to do so will result in your immediate deaths.

Eh... Still here. I don't know what to do in pockets universes.

Sooo. I heard rumours about a battle between the forces? I'd like to know more about it, what the members of the sides aim to because I'm not comfortable by not being aware of the first thing each of them wants. I would make a prat of myself if I just interfered without being aware who I'm helping. Mm... the creation world isn't ending, is it? It feels too still and quiet. Pocket universes, huh. They are entirely too confusing.

[Filtered to Hyperion Residents]

Hullo, everybody. I'm Elaine. Veronica and Angel invited me to stay. I hope this is okay. I miss talking to people.

Now that the sun is back, I'm going to go sleep for the next little while. I feel like a walking zombie and I don't mean that literally.

If you need anything, don't hesitate to come by and ask. I might growl or snarl a little, but I'll get over it.

Okay, something strange is going on. The woods don't turn into a city in the blink of an eye, and Forks hasn't had this much sunshine ever.

Could someone please tell me where I am? Possibly even how I got here? Anything at all would be helpful. Maybe I've hit my head and this is all some sort of hallucination...

Edward, if you're out there somewhere, come find me. Please?

I'm afraid I must take my leave of your residency. Thank you for everything, and sorry for any inconveniences I may have caused you. I've decided it's best for me part ways now.

I hope you all have wonderful lives.

Goodbye, my friends.

Oh well, shit...

I don't suppose anyone knows how I got here?

Out. I’m out. Out. No more handcuffs. No doctors. Out. Out.

Not home. This… is not home. My things. I want them. They’re mine .

I hate it.

... Doctor?

...

DOCTOR THIS ISN'T FUNNY TAKE ME HOME RIGHT NOW. THE UNIVERSE IS HORRID, AND RIDICULOUS, AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON.

I WANT TO GO HOME. NOW. I QUIT.

And everyone else on the internet? If you think going off into space and time with a man in a bluebox is a good idea, let me tell you it's not. Well, maybe a little, but mostly not.

...I guess I'll have to ask who knows Giselle better than me. She was pretty sad earlier and tried to leave the hotel. A bad idea all things considered. It wouldn't hurt to be nice to her and welcome her back with a small gathering of her friends, give her a present too. Just something small for her to know we care and she isn't an inconvenience as she believes. She's a very kind person. Sooo who is with me in this?

I created found two chipmunks outside...er my window. They look like a stray couple. Maybe they escaped from the zoo. Does she like woodland creatures?

can't believe I have to ask about this

I'm in need of some assistance. I need to repair a very rare, very precise piece of equipment. I would do it myself, but this planet does not offer sufficient materials as I am accustomed to, and I can't get the alloy composition I require to set properly in this atmosphere.

That's it! I am DONE WITH THE INTERNET. FINISHED.

You muggles are SICK, SICK PEOPLE AND YOU OUGHT TO BE BLOODY WELL ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES.

( Want to see why? )

Hey, wow, great, internet.

If I update the blog, maybe they'll find me.

Hey, does anyone know if there's a shelter around here?
I'm not picky.

A dry spot covered in newspaper I could deal with.
Yes, no?

( Private to Remus Lupin )