O5 👶 [PERM]ANON TEXT; (CW VIOLENCE, RELATIONSHIP DYSFUNCTION)

[pillz]

[what is there to say? dr. chilton's handiwork has left kavinsky 2.0 with a penchant for creepy anonymous yammer. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

suppose the difference between love and attachment is the complication of the soul, which is not logical and sometimes not useful either

and it's the soul that recognizes kindred even across dimensions, between reincarnations, through illusions, despite spousal abuse. citation: every fairytale. the funny thing is, it's this way of love that we understand. what we don't get is why the fuck john never picks up the milk, why fred won't stop scaring you when you've told him it. isn't. funny. why gem won't say the l word. i guess, in real life, love is fantasizing about fire while you cough up smoke.

(i don't got a good metaphor for attachment. space heater? something useful. but i wouldn't be a monkey if i were you. small penises.)

when was the last time you asked someone to be your angel? what did they say?

would you nail their wings to the wall if it meant you could keep them?

i'm going to.

video

[airshow]

[ Coming to you live, it's one James "oh no not this asshole again" Jesse, looking frazzled, like he hasn't been sleeping all that well. Normally, he wouldn't be crowdsourcing these kinds of opinions at all, but— well, boredom and anxiety drive a man to some strange things. Still, he is, as usual, in reasonably good spirits. ]

So hey, I have a sorta kinda religious question, but not the kind I can stroll down to the local Florida megachurch and ask, you know what I mean? The kind I want some input from all of you on, because if anyone's had a weirder life than me, it's at least a third of you guys. I'm kinda, y'know, vexed by this whole dilemma that's been on my mind lately.

Now, I'm by no means an expert in any of this stuff, but I figure taking a field trip to actual Hell once and beating the kinda-devil twice gives me a leg up on the average civilian, right? And since I've been stuck here I've met like three dozen demons, and about half of 'em dress like David Bowie for some reason, but hey, who am I to judge, right? Maybe David Bowie dressed like Satan, I dunno. Anyway, demons, hellspawn, the Thin White Duke of the Bottomless Pit, actual Death, all of those I've met.

You know what I've never run into? Angels. I'm talking halos and big fluffy wings and harps — or maybe keytars, if they're feeling modern. I could even deal with Roma Downey style. Is that a thing? You know, the... the opposite of the fire and brimstone stuff. I mean, does anybody actually know?

( video. ) cw: blood and a deeply useless human being

[magnitudes]

( The scene:
Sarissa, with what looks like twisted up kitchen roll shoved up each nostril, the paper bloody. Her nose is puffy, bruised, the skin across the bridge of it and around her eyes looking almost purple, but it hasn’t bowed to either side.

Underneath said tragedy, Sarissa’s mouth is tugged in a wide smile. )

Fuckin’ oath, mates. My sister clocked me good. Can you see this?

( The camera is waved around, to get different angles of her poor nose. ) Bloody legend. I was worried she’d be useless at self-defence, but I take back everything. And she’s driving me to A n’ E.

( She’s in a car, by the way. A nice one. The seats are a deep red leather, and in the driver's seat but considerably less jovial is Sarah. She turns the camera to actually get a shot of Sarah for a couple of seconds before twisting the camera away again. )

It was an accident, we’re good and golden. Lesson learned, but, don’t try to tickle attack Saroula when she’s groggy.

( A sniff, and she makes a little “ow” sort of face that is more comical than sincere. )

Anyway, just wanted to say we’re gonna have a big fuck off barbie at ours, soon. Last part of the summer— or uh, first part of the autumn? And if you happen to also have a homicidal ex-boyfriend who has been ported out for more than a month, then you get to receive a special prize. Like, I dunno. You can take home the bouncy castle, or something. Everyone’s invited, unless I don’t like you, but if you ain’t sure and you got a seal of approval from one of the girls, then you’re good. But everyone bring some food or something, ‘cause I ain’t cooking endless bloody mountains of food when I don’t know how many people are turning up. For one, I'm cheap, and for two, I'm lazy.

( Another little sniff, and Sarissa looks across at Sarah. Dramatically: ) Do you reckon I can still get away with serenadin’ myself in the mirror? You’re beeeeautiful—

( That might just be Sarah’s hand reaching over to try and knock Sarissa’s device out of her hand. )

No, Sarah, you broke my nose, you get to listen to me sing James bloody Blunt, that’s the rules. Maybe Snow Patrol, okay, or Shania, that’s my compromise.

002 {video}

[pigmypouter]

[All the video shows is a steady shot of a high school cafeteria lunch tray. It's the standard square pizza, corn niblets, milk setup, but there's the added bonus of a nicely frosted brownie in a little plastic tray.

The camera switches views to Blue's face. Her hair is over-clipped as always, and there's the added benefit today of lime green lipstick. No other makeup though, natch.]

So apparently, no matter the dimension or universe or whatever, American public schools always have the corn and square pizza.

[There's several non-imPort kids in the pack ground, watching her film an laughing their asses off. She waves them down, then picks the pizza up to take an experimental bite.

Hmm.]

Yep. Just as terrible as always. That's comforting.

no cops pleas

[songwrite]

[Archie starts the video in selfie-mode, but he shifts to the side so he can include Reggie on the couch in the background. He grins when he catches Reggie's eye in the viewfinder.]

School starts next week, so this is our last chance. [He's not dramatic he's just a Teenager™.] We're throwing another party! Everyone's invited, you know, again. And even if you didn't come last time! Or weren't here. There's unlimited free drinks— [Over the shoulder finger-guns at Reggie.] —and like, pizza and stuff.

[He pauses, looking like he’s thinking Real Hard… then,] Anything else?

[ Reggie sighs from behind him, then gets up to join Archie more directly on-screen, slinging an arm around Archie’s shoulders. ]

Uh, yeah. You forgot to mention it’s a pool party, you dope. Still at our place, but they need to know to bring swimsuits this time.

[ Which prompts Reggie to wink and tip his own finger-gun toward the camera. ]

Other clothing optional.

[Archie laughs, and cuts the video.]

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