InsaneJournal

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Honestly!

I'm currently staying inside a castle shaped like a dragon. The security seem to be fond of gimp masks. They sign up to die for the band. Fans are so fanatical they will commit suicide if an album isn't dropped on time. The cook makes strange noises, but he's quite pleasant, I've found. And he knows how to make a killer breakfast. But there's also strange appearances of blood, and I stepped in some without realizing it.

But the beauty, it's beyond your dreams. The art is fantastic. The music, still, it's not my taste, but there is wonderful harmony being played at the moment (I swear there's three sets of drums, one trying to plea for rain, one summoning minotaurs, and one with a drummer hyped on those damn energy drinks and trying to get over it). This place is, well, completely ungodly in every form and fashion for someone like me, but here I am.

And you know what? Judge not lest ye be judged is possibly the most intellectual thing Jesus ever said. Of course, he then went on to tell the Sanhedrin that they were not of Abraham, but of the devil, and they goaded him and goaded so much so he called them out as devil-worshipers, and had to hide from being stoned...so make of that what you will.

In other news, returning to work early Wednesday morning. Why didn't anyone tell me about portkeys? I was handed a manky old boot and given no more information. I nearly...sicked up all over a terrifying fauna tyrannosaurus rex. This place is like Edward Scissorhands on Elm Street, honestly. A little warning would have been most appreciated!

Ah, but I complain in my old age. How fares the general populous? There are so many of you I have not spoken to, I fear I make myself too unapproachable most times.