PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

i don"t evn neeed to use a weelchair!

Bela is here. Who are we gonna get next? Ruby? Fucking Lilith? Or, hey, maybe even Yellow Eyes himself?

Man, I'm pissed.

It's nice to see I'm not the only one with a fixing for rum.

Fatigué.

I wish to go to France.

I am confused.

So this is where 'Hell' is located? Hmm, funny, it looks an awful lot like Los Angeles to me.

I suppose I should tell you my name. Establish a little get to know basis? Very well then.

My name is Vincent.

I don't know where I am.

Is it normal for there to be so many thieves running through this city? Are you aware of this?

I'm going to the opera! And you're not.

What does everyone do for fun, around here? I would love to experience something new.

I want to get out of this despicable wheel chair.

I, Alexander Lavelle Harris, have decided that I am in need of a date. Because, really, seeing my ex girlfriend get it on with the comic book character that I spent much of my childhood worshipping has really put me into a funk. Anyone know any desperate gals that might want to go out with a relatively cool guy with a fantastic sense of humor?

I have stepped out of 1850 and into a brothel. A rather large, British brothel that everyone uses frequently.

It horrifies me. Three quarters of you are not even married!

( filtered ; Hyperion residents )

I really wonder, sometimes, if I don't perhaps have a madman magnet attached somewhere to my body. I'm very sick of nightmares, and I don't know how to shut them off so they don't bother Threepio and Artoo. Meditation doesn't work at all anymore.

Also: All men are not pigs, no Ma'am, but some certainly do give all of us a bad name. If people like me can even be considered men. Isolder has called me a monk upon several occasions, as if it is some sort of third gender.

I come offering a once in a lifetime opportunity. This unique, never again opportunity includes a very nice gem surrounded by gold trimming and a stone tablet with a genuine blood stain. These two items were once in possession of some Aztec ruler, who believed that the gem was given to him by some god named Mextli who liked sacrifices and other godly things. I’m not sure what’s so special about the tablet, but come on, it has blood on it and that’s cool.

Because this gem is supposed to hold magical powers I will not be taking this sale lightly. I want a good deal and I won’t accept anything below ten thousand for it, although money isn’t the only thing you can offer me. Be creative.

I’m not prejudice about who takes these things off my hands either. You want Mextli’s magical jewelry, raise your hand. For a limited time only you will also receive the famous tablet and three teeth from a Tyrannosaurus.

Once it's gone it's gone. Forever.

I like fighting. I like fighting, and I like violence, and I like war. War is necessary for the French to stop the British from being the rulers of the entire world, and I like that I do get to be a part of it. I hate living on Earth, because for the very few months that I was in space, I felt like I was at home but I swear that Arthur Mumby is the most annoying little English eleven year old I have ever met in my life and he needs to learn not to poke about in other people's business. He isn't a hero, he's eleven.

I'm not actually ill. At all. This is just a facade so no one will discover that I am working for the government.

How to temporarily amuse the God of War:

Take a city full of people, somehow feed them truth serum and give them free access to this invention called the internet!! Then let them go!!

I miss my parents. It was dumb that I ran away from home. My mom couldn’t have any more kids after me and I think she must have cried a lot after she came home from work and couldn’t find me. And it’s not fair that I made myself miss out on school and all the other stuff a kid is supposed to experience. I know I ruined my mom because once I went back to watch the house from behind the bushes and I saw her. She wasn't the same. She was ruined.

I hate lightning. I shouldn’t have been hanging out at the playground in the middle of a storm. But why did I have to get struck when those other idiots weren’t touched at all? Life isn’t fair.

I want my mother. I want to go home and I hate Lex. It’s psycho to torture children, even if they did take things from you.

For some bizarre reason, I have this strangely odd feeling where I must reveal everything about me. Ignatius Flint isn't really Ignatius Flint, you know. His name is Jack Havock and he's a terrible space pirate bent on destroying the French empire. My caregiver isn't really a woman, she's actually a group of little goblins with knives dressed up as a woman, but I wasn't lying when I told you they weren't here.

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?

What the HELL was a wendigo doing in the middle of the city?!

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 don't think I'm ever going to understand mortals. You.. you hurt and kill one another, and for what reason? None of it makes any sense at all, and I'm so scared that the longer I'm human, the more I'll begin to understand. I don't want to! We don't-- my people, we live without those things. There is no death. I never knew what it was, before humans came.

Sarah.. how do you live in a world like this? There's so much pain here. I can't heal all of it. I'm only one unicorn.



I went back to the park today. People still stare. I like the children, though. They taught me how to swing. It gladdens me that there's still a little innocence left in this world.

I recently found that Wolfram and Hart can be very understanding of one’s situation when you offer them your services and undying loyalty. Now, I am not the type to turn myself over to somebody else, but what I asked for and received in return was well worth forgetting the usual and choosing to do something new.

This would be the perfect moment for you to come pay me a visit, Potter. We could have tea and then I could kill you. What do you say? I’ll let you bring your girlfriend along and she can watch while I rip out your internal organs and shove them down your throat, without the use of my hands! Or my wand! That sounds fun, does it not?

I’m too excited to sit her much longer. I need to go out and do something with my time. I feel like assassinating somebody important… Potter is on the top of my list, but until we run into each other, I’ll be happy to murder people in his name. Children, perhaps… Little, pathetic muggle children.

A hotel was burned to the ground a few nights ago. For those of you who caught it on the news and felt the urge to investigate the scene, I'm going to go ahead and tell you all that it isn't necessary. The hotel was haunted -- really haunted. People were trapped inside, there were spirits all over the place...let's just say that it was pretty messy in there. I'm over one hundred percent certain that I got everyone out of there before I went back in and started investigating on the source of the haunting. It was impossible to locate it. There were just so many spirits and so much going on that I couldn't possibly figure out what was going on. So I torched the place. It was the only way I could think of that would keep the spirits at bay. I'm pretty sure that whatever it was that drew them there was also destroyed in the fire as I went back and double checked the area, but I'm going to try and make it so that nothing is built there for a very long time. How? That's a pretty good question. I'll figure it out soon. Hopefully before someone gets the idea to start rebuilding on the property. Anyway, I just wanted to fill you all in. That way no one'll jump to any conclusions that might put you on a time consuming search for answers.

And Claire? Thanks a lot for the help. I really appreciate it.

The next full moon’s on the 22nd, right? No ones going to shoot at me if I spend that night in MacArthur Park, are they? I think I can manage to stay away from the streets, being that they aren’t the most appealing place to have a good run. You know, I have a feeling that this is going to be boring. A full moon spent in a park doesn’t sound like fun, but a full moon spent in the middle of a city sounds even more unappealing. So I guess I’ll settle for the park and try not to hate it too much.

I never liked cities for this very reason. I need a drink and a decent hunt. Are vampires worth stalking and taking down? Or should I not waste my time?

JACK HAVOCK, I SWEAR BY EVERYTHING THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY WITHIN THE FRENCH GOVERNMENT THAT YOU WILL PAY SEVERELY FOR YOUR CRIMES! YOU CAN NOT GET AWAY WITH THIS. PEOPLE SHALL BE LOOKING FOR ME.

Bonjour, pardon me but I do believe I have somewhat become lost from my caregiver. If anyone could kindly help me get to a man by the name of Jack Havock Ignatius Flint, I will owe you very much. You see, I can't do so myself, as I am very and ill and in a wheelchair. What do you call this thing I am now using?

WHAT IN GOD'S NAME WAS THAT THING THAT JUST ROARED PAST?!