Jessie

Our dear Jessie is gone and I'll try and honor her as best I can with these clumsy words.

Jessie only stayed with me a week... but it was one of the most wonderful weeks of my life. In the strange bundle of confusion I call my memories it is one that I'm sure will stand out.

Jessie didn't judge me. Jessie didn't question what I was or what I did. She was kind and wanted nothing more than to make someone happy and she succeeded with me. A short girl with tan skin and long long hair pulled back into those braids.

She had a smile that could light up a room and tears that could tear down walls.

Jessie was much more than she appeared to be and she never deserved anything that happened to her. I don't blame David for anything. I don't blame Jessie for wanting this. I only wish that she's at peace now.

I'm not one to talk about religion or the afterlife but I'd like to believe that fore people like Jessie. People who are good and full of nothing but love; I hope they only get what they wish for in death that they could not have in life.

I will always remember her and as always I will move on. Tonight, however, I will keep my thoughts of her close.

It is the least I could do...

Carry on.
XOXO

Halloween and Hospitals

Sorry its been a little while my dears. I was caught up with and then recovering from Halloween.

You know how it goes. Went to a couple clubs a few parties with Melissa and then we decided we should trick or treat. She's such a silly girl sometimes but it was fun none the less.

I broke off the horns and filed them down. I decided I was tired of covering them up.

Anyways, haven't had any dreams that were out of the ordinary. I've been trying to remember what I saw but I can't really decipher it. Its all very confusing. I would like to thank A. Lucia Cat for her help in deciphering.

Yesterday, Melissa was at the hospital. She's in wonderful health and not sick at all. She was merely visiting a family member. I gave her a ride and decided to wait for her if she needed something. It reminded me of how much I hate hospitals.

Well mostly I don't enjoy being around sick people. The girl I was sitting next to was quite peculiar. She had multi-colored hair and a bad cough. Her eye was also blackened and she had a split lip. I offered her a cough drop and she turned it down. It seemed as though she had lost her voice. I'm now thankful its very hard for me to get sick.

Anyways, Melissa's family seems fine as does Melissa. She seems to be in better spirits than last time. No signs of the faceless one as of late. No threats or anything. Been fairly quiet.

I've been talking to Hylocereus and her partner on and off about the coded posts. We haven't beenable to break the cipher but I'm not ready to just give up.

Anyways, thought I should keep you all up to date.

Carry on,
XOXO

Nightmares and fever dreams

I've had a strange bout of insomnia and strange dreamy things as of late. I keep having dreams I can't remember that I wake up in cold sweats and starts from and up until now I had no idea why this was happening. I'd end up simply watching infomercials and stalking blogs in the wee hours of the morning.

Well something strange happened...

I was heading out to meet up with Melissa for ice cream at midnight when I walked passed Central Park. I glanced over at it. The leaves are rouging themselves up and its all very lovely looking when I noticed that distinct  elongated silhouette amongst the trees.

The faceless one's presence does not affect me like normal humans because I am not human nor am I that normal. My mind is structured in a way that it cannot just burrow in. This does not mean I'm not susceptible to its disturbing ways of twisting perceptions though. We usually view each-other as simply two entities cohabiting the same realm. We do not want the same things and therefore we do not usually clash.

I felt it reach out and touch the edge of my mind and it pulled forth a memory. The memory of the dream I've been having the past couple days. I took a moment to collect myself and by the time I focused back on where it had been it was gone. 

Said nightmare is strange. Its cloudy and hard to perceive...

I'm young again. My legs are short. I'm fast though despite this. I'm running along an enclosed and black place heading for a single luminous light. I can see the yellow and golden light hitting a few structures but I can't make them out. As I run I feel my legs rush against foliage and rocks. Sometimes I stumble but I keep going. I have to. And then I start feeling the nails. The nails dig into me. It feels like hundreds of hands scraping and scratching against me with thier nails. Tearing at my skin and my clothes. I can't stop though. I have to keep running. I have to. They slow me down but I managed to get to the light. Its bright and bewildering and I turn away from it and look back and then...

I can't remember.

I can't.

It was horrifying though whatever I saw. So much so I can't remember it and even the remnants of the terror I felt then wake me and tear me from sleep.

I hope I can remember that... It brings up some things I have not addressed. I don't remember most of my childhood nor how my species became so small in population.

I think I'll try and figure these out soon, as well as why the faceless one went out of its way to stir up this dream or memory.

I'm sure things will fall into place as time goes on.

As always, carry on.

XOXO

Cryptic Frustration

Well well well, looks like we've got some cryptic and frustrating fun going on here...

Here is the original coded message in Base 64: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And here it is decoded:


J sfc th apw. J qps vu amj. T kvml tacsnn aob lzy ximj ssns mz fzky fcim evepuhf evr xosjo.


W nn tic emebnu mq huf sfjq rrttssnhvog syns. V bm ufp arnosw vsrqes mq huf lpqe bnnet mq huf hppysq dhjjofro og Zlplmoo. 


Rpoejnh clqu pticc zvnb gpza yjmc qeisgioe zie ticjtbtt’ fmcdv qpwo mfh tvlmceg nod scgsyjnh gy huf ffcwwah og mff yjvfq plgfnegyu.


V bm ufp ubmdfl pmre pbplgvue. Ufp sifr xyyrrsioe, pjrs sfycqujnh, cgse naebpbre kfcase.


J wjjw vnwe jr. T kvml iygs giau dwcjfr. Uflh smoxcc hubt gjzkrsticwwyzticwwyzticwwyztiyeuvsl’tfpoeu


Ticwwyzlfyoggpbbzjzboticwwyzlfyoggpbbzjzbo


Wf utzy iawc zie Cacwwca. J wjjw vnwe nw Moozlpl.


Jch ximj ssns mz acm. Lpu xgwz xoox kj bnne, blo mbv wjjw yapw jr hsym.




How curious. I can hear their cries as this one runs their fingertips over my petals.


This one is a strange one.


I can hear this one begging now. I can hear a part of them struggling:




Pleasehelpme
Someone pleasestopme


Ithurtsitsdigginginitsclaws


I’mblind


Findthekeytomysight


Well... that is certainly unsettling. I believe a certain other blog got a similar post like this...
It looks like I will have to get in contact with them.

A Crunch

Melissa showed up at my home the other night bruised and battered. I asked her who had done this to her. She responded by saying it was a proxy. Someone who wanted to intimidate her back into the service of the faceless one. I gave her my first aid kit and asked her for a description.

He was traveling with two women and was wearing a green sweatshirt with an operator symbol stitched onto the back and shoulders. Typical. I asked her where she had been when it happened. She told me and then told me she had given him a slit lip and a black eye fighting back. Then, much to her protests, I left and followed their footsteps.

I used to be a hunter you know? Its just what we had to do to survive. So finding a man laughing loudly with a split lip and black eye and two women was not hard. On the way I grabbed a claw hammer from a construction sight and followed them till they turned a corner. When I looked he was in an alley way harassing someone else.

I grabbed one of the women and threw her into a dumpster and shut it. The other scampered away. He turned too look at me but I grabbed him by his hood and made him. Before he could react, I pinned his hand onto the wall and smashed his thumb with the hammer.

Crunch.

He let out a yell and I moved onto his index finger.

Another.

Then after that each of his other fingers until they were twisted and deformed.

A break. A snap. A wet crack.

He was whimpering when I flipped the hammer in my hand so I was holding the head in my hand and I smashed it into his face then grabbed his jaw. I drew close and muttered to him.

"You go near the delivery girl again..." and I held up the claw end so he could see it clearly. "I'll take out each of your eyes with this."

Then I hit him again with the blunt end and then left the alley way. I've never felt so livid in my life. Not even when I was wronged in the past did I feel that angry. It felt good though, to make sure Melissa would be safe from at least one more person.

I understand that proxies are not normally this brutal but he was a thug and someone needed to silence him. He came near my friend so he had to pay the price. I hope any, proxy or not, understand that.

If not. Just take a look at that man's fingers.

They look like a piece of modern sculpture now.

Melissa is fine now though. Just a few bumps and bruises that were easily remedied with some band-aids and aspirin as well as some slightly burnt cookies. She seemed grateful despite that. And I was mostly happy to see the smile on her face return.

Anyways, as always.

Carry on.

XOXO

All that Glitters Is Goooold

Hmm... not much to report in the past few days. Mostly just relaxing. Writing down my thoughts. Reading. Having book fights with Melissa.

By the way those are fun but not very safe. Just in case any of you children wanted to have one.

Anyways, Melissa's been hanging around more, because, and I quote, "You turn into a sad panda when no one is around. All you do is curl up and eat."

Okay so that is pretty true actually. I have been feeling a bit lonely since Jessie left. Melissa's been nice enough to fill the gap though. She even brings me food sometimes.

Also she likes old movies. Which I thoroughly enjoy. I've also been weaning her into horror movies as of late. Though, there is enough horror in her life. She seems to enjoy the horribly made ones. I can't argue I don't enjoy watching them and adding commentary on every terribly put together scene that comes up.

Melissa's been acting a little strange as of late... a little less spunky. I'm not sure why. I haven't asked yet. But I think, perhaps, its her condition improving some. The school year as also started up a new semester. 

Poor girl, she works so hard, and all so that we're proud of her. Well I certainly am.

Anyways, right now I'm just relaxing and waiting. Pretty content with things.

As always, Carry on.

XOXO

Rhyme Of The Ancient Mariner's Napkin Notes

You know what I love?

When I remember things.

Ahaha I remember now. I remember many many things now.

I will explain these later at the appropriate time.

Otherwise I have some people to talk to. I have old flames I need to quell before I can move on with things. A sort of goal to meet. A prize to obtain, if you will. And I hope it will be satisfying.

Hitting up bars just isn't doing it for me anymore, if you haven't noticed. Its just boring now. I need more than just a normal person to satiate me. Its just not the same. So I guess I should kill two birds with one stone and send out a proposition while I'm still in the mood.

I believe Sellers and I should get into contact with each other. I believe I have something... well actually a few things you would want, darling. Information and lets say... company.

So whenever you can, no rush, I suggest you stop by New York and pay me a visit so we can get to know each other a little better and hopefully get a little help with your predicament.

Anyways...

Carry on

XOXO