PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I never wanted to be a Jedi. I became one because that's what was expected of me, and because the galaxy needs Jedi, and I would never, never put that burden on anyone else. People will learn if it's something they really want, not because they feel obligated.

I wanted to be a pilot. I was even happy to be a mechanic. I hate feeling trapped.

I sleep with something between my teeth, because if I don't, I wake up screaming.

I'm a lot less 'okay' than I act.

I hate that I wasn't strong enough to save Father.

I'm not a very good hero. I hide from the public.

Kam talked me through the nightmares after I met him. I stopped letting him after a while, because I was scared that he could.

Sometimes, I feel very, very alone, and then I feel selfish for feeling that way.

I don't understand why Exar Kun keeps hurting me. I'm not an interesting person.


I like living here. These people mean so much to me.


I don't want to take Mantis' position. But I will, because it's what I have to do.

.. Hah.

I've got a soul trapped in a super soaker. Tell me you're going to do something about this?

Whoever drew the yellow unicorn on my door with purple flowers is gonna get punched. And it’s gonna hurt. And the blue carebear shirt that was put on my cat is not funny. I frickin hate this hotel. These people think they’re getting more hilarious by the second and I hate to burst their bubble, but they are not comedians.

[Filtered to people at the Hyperion]

Since I’m like giving you guys pizza and candy and stuff, and since I already have friends staying at the hotel, could I come and stay there too? I don’t want to keep making Oliver spend his money on me staying at this place and I think there’s an antichrist in one of the rooms above me, and I think he has a gross sex toy up there with him and it freaks me out. I could help with stuff.

Hey there.

How are you doing?

Hey, you! Mister big shot devil guy. I've got a bone to pick with you.

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So where's all the self-proclaimed big, bad and uglies? I don't think I've seen any yet. It's sorely disappointing.

Edit: And because I refuse to make another post just for this...what's with the mortals at the moment? I was just approached and asked if my 'codpiece' was as full as it looked. While I'm all for being forward and stating what's on your mind, even for me..that was a bit of a shock. It got me laid though..so I'm not really complaining.

Sucks to be you guys. I, for one, don't actually mind telling the truth.

Like, for instance: I think pretty much every adult on the planet is at least seventy-six percent evil, if not more.
Being blind is really freaking annoying sometimes.
Flying is the most amazing feeling in the world. And I mean flying under your own power, not jumping in a little bitty metal prison and hoping it doesn't fall apart on you on your way to wherever you're going.
I think there are some really dumb people on this network. If you don't like your situation, quit whining about it and do something about it. If you do, then kudos.
I still don't believe in little green men or X-men. Mostly because I've never met them, so they don't actually exist to me, yet. At least, not beyond a bunch of crazies claiming to be aliens and Star Wars folks and mutants.

Let's see.. what else..

Oh!

Bad Guys: stop. Seriously. Just stop. It's embarrassing.


And: Twinkletoes. I don't actually believe your hair is that shade of blond. Don't ask me how I knew it was blond at all, cause it's a trade secret.

is strange
already tell truth
(as i see)
different manner ; very uncomfortable

i am dying
for once, I don't want to

I have felt like a person here
like there are people that care

even if it's a lie
even if this is all an elaborate way to use me

thank you

thank you for the illusion

Truth, is it? A time for tale-telling and soul-baring. Well, then, far be it for me to be uncooperative. I'll tell you a story. Listen well, Jedi, and learn.

I, too, was once a Jedi. Before the Order became clerical and sterilised, when there was still some passion. How things come full circle, hm, Luke?

I was a Jedi. And curiousity and ambition have ever been my most defining sins. Curiousity about forbidden things. If one is taught to avoid a thing without ever truly knowing what that thing is, desire to see it begins to eat at you.

There were no Sith in those days. They'd died with the great Lords-- Freedon Nadd, Naga Sadow.

He came to me, on Onderon, on Korriban. On Yavin IV, I was given a choice: use the Dark or die in that place. Instinct to survive was stronger than honour at that moment, surrounded and crushed as I was beneath such evil.

And so I embraced the Dark. I took it into myself so fully that any part of me that had been good and merciful died screaming.

Then I destroyed Freedon Nadd, I destroyed Sadow's creatures, and I learned all I could. Never enough knowledge, never enough pain and suffering. I could devour the whole galaxy and never be satisfied.

That is true darkness. That is the darkness that rips worlds apart, that destroyed the Republic twice, thrice, and which tore the Jedi from their very foundations. That is darkness that your Palpatine housed also within his soul, as pathetic as he may have been in the end.

And why does it continue to rise, each time you think it could be gone for good? Because there is no balance without it. The brightest flames cast the deepest shadows. Skywalkers understand that. Don't you, Lord Vader? You had to learn it through fire and agony, but you learned it. Luke. You learned it at Palpatine's hands, trying so desperately to understand. A pet, a pretty jewel wrapped up in black to set off its shine. With his slimy hands on your face, wanting to take that brightness away.

Skywalkers shine, no matter what path they take. It may be the bright glimmer of the sun on gold and sand, or it could be the dull gleam of spilled blood, but you are yourselves the embodiment of that gray light.


Guard yourselves well.

I.... what am I supposed to do now

She.. she left me

This sucks.

Somehow….I don’t think being a Rutian Twi'lek is going to be easy on this planet.

My commlink is not working. I am hoping this way of communication does.

I really want to get out of here, now.

I was going to post a "Happy Father's day" post yesterday.

But then I remembered how much of a jerk my dad is, and how much I still hate him.

And how much of a jerk Aaron's dad is, and how much I still hate him too.

So I decided against it.

No offense.

When I meet someone in the street and ask what they're doing...I don't expect them to tell me that they are going to murder their boss and rob a bank...

Edit: Is there something anyone wants to tell me about...well, me?

Cordelia was right. I am the Zeppo.

This is ridiculous! I feel like we're all on Dr. Phil and it's like a nonstop marathon that just won't end!

I need a hug.

[Filtered to Hyperion Residents]
I just want to put this out there and make sure everyone understands: Clowns aren't allowed in the building, okay? If you see a clown, let Peter know or something and don't talk to it. Talking to it only makes it more interested and we don't want it interested. That would be bad.

[Filtered to Diana]
The Joker's here.

[Private]
This is not good, I should not be this freaked out.

I really don't like this constant need to pee, and why is it called morning sickness when it lasts all day?

So...I don't know what's going on, but I was at the store today and this guy started hitting on me. And it wasn't like...normal hitting on, with cheesy lines. He was really...blunt.

Does anyone want to be my punching bag, because I feel like I’m about to murder someone…again.

I would like to ask a favour, as it appears I can not find Ignatius Flint.. Would anybody here be able to find transport for me to return to Starcross on Mars? My caregiver shall be worried for me.

This place is completely barbaric. Are you sure this isn't England

I'm living in your sewers underground. You've probably seen me in the local pizza joint. I wear a disguise but a trench coat really doesn't hide it. I'm a genetically enhanced mutant turtle.

Raph? I love you. Okay, now I know something's not right.

SPLIFF FOR SALE.

Telling someone on the phone today that they were boring me to tears was really not the best idea considering it was at work. I think I'm coming down with something.

Veronica, I tortured you when I was evil and I'm REALLY sorry about that.

Angela Petrelli, you are the most attractive old woman that I have EVER seen and I want to throw you in the sack and have my way with you.

Dawn, I had sex with Buffy on your bed.

...

Twice.

Oh balls! What I meant to say this entire time is that I really don't like what's going on here. Anyone find a cure yet?

I'm hungry and I can't find Giselle and this is all becoming goddamned ridiculous.

I betrayed Takezo Kensei.

What the hell is wrong with people? My office is not a confessional and I don't do touchy feeley honesty. You don't hear me bitching about how I think the Senior Partners are morons and I'm tired of being called evil when I do still have some morals.

...son of a bitch.

Okay. Who out there can't stop telling the truth?

Humans are so strange sometimes!

Ed used to think I was brave. I could never tell him that I wasn't. Brave requires being able to overcome a fear. Can't do that when you don't fear shit. Also, I don't think it's possible for me to really be in love. Half of love is being scared. This sucks.

Any idea what's going on? I can't help but be honest! Err, not that I would be dishonest.. umm.. nevermind. My point is, I feel the urge to say whatever I'm thinking. And I give in to that urge. Can't resist it. This reminds me of the time when my friend was gassed with alien meteor gas, so whoever she spoke to told the truth.

I wonder if that's the same here. Not sure, though. It's a good thing Lana isn't here, or I might have said something about how her whining drove me crazy. Why Lex married her back home, I'll never know. I was going to marry her, but things got in our way. Maybe we weren't meant to be. Err.. okay, shutting up now.

Well...I certainly didn't work this hard to ensure I wouldn't be recognised in a new housing scheme to only be plucked from it whilst on the verge of a breakthrough. So basically, what the hell happened there? I should feel after shocks if it was anything like a teleport but I don't. Also...where the hell am I?

Please forgive me for bothering you so soon, but I have been doing some research and I was wondering.. how hard is it to get to the National Aeronautics and Space Administration?

This truth thing is stupid. Really stupid. We need to get Dr. Phil here, he'd go crazy with all the people he could shrink.

I suppose this is when I should say, I mostly act like a stuck up, egotistical, drama queen, bitch because I am completely insecure and really want friends.

But the truth is I do think I'm better than all of you. No lie.

Okay, I don't know what the kriff is going on, but it needs to stop. Someone just asked me where I got my lightsaber from and I told them the truth. Telling strangers "I made it myself when I was training to be a Jedi. My uncle, Luke Skywalker, taught me how" is not a good way to blend in around this city.

{Anakin}
I need a place to stay. Jacen and Allana are in my hotel room, and I can't stay on the Falcon because I need to avoid my father until I can avoid the truth again.

I know things that would hurt them both deeply, and I can't ask Uncle Luke for the same reason. Help?
{/Anakin}

Trance? These car keys appeared in my pocket earlier and then, this was really weird, but I turned around and my car from back home was just sitting there parked behind me. There were instructions and an address on the dashboard and... well long story short, I've got an apartment now.

You should come by. It's at [address]. You're really hot, so if you wanted to stay, that would be cool. I figure I owe you for helping me the other night, anyway. That, and you're really hot.

I also feel bad for lying to you that night. My dad didn't die a week ago, I'm pretty sure he's still alive. I think he's my boss actually.

So yeah, you can stay with me, if you want. I really want you to.

I hate it here. I liked it better when there were fewer people in the Hyperion, because I feel so bloody useless compared to everyone else now. I used to be able to help with stuff, but now there are all these people with abilities who do it. I hate not being able to do anything, and as nice as it is I hate the fact I'm the only one in the hotel who has someone assigned to look after them. I really want to leave. I don't think anyone would really care if I did. They'd just say they care because they're the "good guys" and they're supposed to say that kind of thing. Which really makes them bad, because they are liars right?

And I kind of want a boyfriend, even though I'm afraid he'll turn out to be a user and a "baby doesn't fit into my plans so I'm leaving you completely and utterly screwed" like Aaron's father. Honestly, what type of a asshole do you have to be to do that?! Are all men like that? My dad left when he realized a love child wouldn't work out with his career anymore, and my ex-boyfriend left when he realized that a baby would ruin his career too. Is that all you men care about!?

I didn't even want to have a baby. I wanted to have an abortion. And from what I did to my mum I didn't think I was suited for the job. But he convinced me that the baby would be good for us, and then he up and leaves me! So I was going to give up Aaron for adoption. But the family never turned up. I kind of hope my ex dies a painful lonely death.

I'm so frustrated with everything! I'd rather be stuck at home serving greasy fish and chips, and being hit on by toothy creeps for the rest of my miserable existence, then be here anymore.

I'm lonely too. Really lonely. The people I cared about are either gone or don't remember me. Everyone has someone but me and I hate it.

I also think I used to have a crush on Angel.



Why am I saying these things?! Oh God!

My name is Nymphadora Nomia Tonks and I'm pregnant with a werewolf's baby.


Oh for the love of all things magical, how do you delete something on these things? I can't stop telling people things and-- oh forget it. I've got to step away from this thing before--

I'm also a witch and an Auror. In my fifth year there was a skinny dipping incident with a few friends in the pond with the giant squid, and the Slytherins who found us spread it all over the school. I was known as the school water nymph for the next two years and it was bloody horrible.

I don't think I'll ever be happy here, because I'm not the real Claire and I will always feel like I am less than she is. Everytime I close my eyes, I can see Sylar killing me and most of the time I wish it was still true.

Okay, I don't know what in the Hell is going on.. and that's saying something. As to my use of the word Hell, I mean it both literally and figuratively. I have to confess my thoughts when asked. I cannot tell a lie. That is not a good thing. I know this from experience. Ohh, Mark, I miss you so much..

I can be truthful, but.. you know, not everyone needs to know our deepest secrets and desires. The whole world doesn't need to know everything under the sun. We even have falsehoods to protect others and ourselves. Like, for example: Hey, honey, does this dress make me look fat? Of course he won't tell the exact truth. Not if he values his nads.

I think it would be a good idea if those of us with secrets, it might be best if we kept our distance from those whom we wouldn't normally spill our guts to (like your enemies). I plan to do the same. Because really, life without secrets, where nothing is hidden? That life would be very dull and boring indeed. We must be very careful until this is all over.

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If they let me out of here, I'm just going to try to kill myself again because I cannot bear to live without him.

I love him so much.

I knew he wouldn't call but it still hurt. Just reminded me how alone I am. No one ever sticks around. Everyone leaves, dies, or just vanishes.

I miss my mom and this truth thing sucks.

I think I might be starting to love my husband.

I'm sorry, it's my fault Spike is so angry with you. He was in hell because you took his soul away when you were sick, I made a deal with the devil to get it back. I think he's really just angry at the situation and you're an easy target. I'm sorry.

I think I'm being punished for what happened to Niki. I think God is trying to teach me a lesson for not listening to the advice she gave Micah.

I just wanted to be the hero he saw me as. I think I love that kid more than my own brother.

I hate the fact I have to support my entire family back home. I was the first person in my family to get into college. I was going to study politics and become the voice of those who our messed up government refuses to listen to because they think they're so much better. But then my mom died, and we lost everything.

And sometimes I hate her for dying. How could she die and leave me with all of this!?

I stole a Vicodin prescription from an old lady today.

But I blame the idiot flying lawyer. He left me with no other option.

Except beg to that stupid boob-job brainscan seizure bimbo for some of her leftover pills for a disease I haven't figured out yet, and who's actually really hot but probably really dumb. But that's hardly surprising.

I miss Wilson.

Woe.

I don't know if I want my memories back. Whatever happened to me had to have been pretty bad for me to just forget. Maybe they should stay that way. I want to get rid of all these photos of people I don't know. Who was Lilly Kane and why do I have a password protected folder called Lilly Kane on my laptop? Do I even want to know? What if remembering just brings back pain, maybe it's better to just not know.

I am really screwed. I am officiously in real trouble, the bad kind of trouble that happens when you decide that you’re finally going to stick a knife in your father because he won’t give you a break, and then you do it and panic because you just killed your father and left fingerprints and strands of hair everywhere before taking off in his Porsche. For the record, I didn’t kill my father. If he were here I’d feel like killing him very slowly and making sure that it was painful. I never did anything to him. It’s not my fault my mother died in childbirth. You can’t take your anger out on an innocent child who had nothing to do with his mother’s death.

Anyway… Now that I’ve officially ditched Lex I know that he’ll be throwing everything he’s got at me. If it was only me I wouldn’t care and we might even laugh in his face a few times. But the thing is, it’s not just me and now I have to worry about Gwen and the baby. Going after her would be the best way for him to hurt me. He must know that. He wanted me to kill this kid, Ron Weasley, and I told him I wouldn’t do it, and then more came out and here I am. Screwed

Gwen, I did something terrible. I asked an evil witch to make you love me and now you do and I feel bad because when you say you love me, I know it’s only because of the spell and that it’s not real. And I'm not who you think I am.