PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Because I can't do anything that involves movement until the meds kick in. But I can't just sit here either. Apparently I was in the wrong.

Is anyone else hearing...feeling weird today?

No, no please no, you can't, we won't...I. I won't, I...

Just one of those days maybe, I think maybe I should walk it off, I'd enjoy that.

Discovery of the day: Vampires taste bad. Don’t put them in your mouth. You’ll just end up spitting them right back out again.

This city never ceases to amaze me, amid all the bad we still find time to squabble and debate morality and good vs evil. Its safer in that gray area I say. No one expects much of you there and even if they do they can pretend they didn't so they don't get dissapointed. And the ones that know you, the ones you can count on. They understand.

[Filtered to Ben]

I'm sorry I can't just come say it in person
You'll understand soon, all of you will
Once Sam's strong enough to
Everything will be better and maybe you'll be my friend again.

Happy Birthday

I just want to confess, on the record... I never had any dealings with that evil, crazy clown. Heck, never even spoke with him. From what I understand, he is highly insane, unstable, psychotic, and unpredictable. Definitely not someone I would want anywhere near me or my workplace. I'd never want anything to do with him. Not even for birthday parties. I do like having followers, but this one shall be an exception.

But you know.. well.. accidents happen. Kinda like that thing with Murphy's Law. Maybe a bridge wasn't made right. His car could have a leaky gas line. Or the clown could somehow, assuming he ever breaks out, walk under a falling sign or a lamp post that's a bit shoddy. Or maybe an elevator he's in could somehow break its cables from twenty stories up. Anything could happen. Besides, I heard that bad karma tends to follow bad people...

It figures. We get blown up and we’re promptly set down in a world where idiots in costumes parade around with their morals that make no sense. This would almost feel like home if it weren’t for the jackasses shooting at us with their guns that do nothing for them.

It’s no wonder we hate all of you.

[ooc: Venom!]

Stupid computer. Who put us here?