Saturday, August 21, 2010


first off:
Fuck you. Just FUCK YOU. Listen joker, I don't have the slightest bit of time for people who try and use scare tactics against me. I don't want to see your fucking doctor picture and I sure as hell won't be going to your fucking blog. Playing off an already scared girls legitimate phobia is just fucking sick. I don't expect to see you posting here again.

God. Fuck that picture. Anyway, on with the show.

I just now remembered to look at the comments section of the post before this one. I'm sorry to say I missed Zeke. I've trying to stay away from the others but this is getting out of control. I guess I'll do some snooping around, reading what I can. I'm just.... I'm done. I'm not staying in the dark about this.

But gods I'm scared. And I still don't know if I should pick up that camera or not. But I suppose I'll show you the pictures, tomorrow perhaps.

A darkened rainbow
A featureless face
A change in flow
A change in pace

Let's see what we might unfold
Of a tale yet untold

Thursday, August 19, 2010

jet lag

Video's that freeze and stop working. Static. Pictures won't scan. HE'S watching too.

I spoke, My mother, she listened. I had to go "visit" my aunt for two months.

I was hoping.... Maybe it would be a good thing. Maybe if I went far enough away he couldn't follow. The only time I felt safe was in the air. Too high up, nowhere for him to hide.

Fuck. I live in Washington, I traveled to fucking North Carolina and he was there that first night. The trees. A line of trees just outside the property line a full forest. I saw him there from my window every night. Sometimes he didn't even bother to stay in the trees.

What does he want? Why does he want me?

I can't help but feel like he want's me to do something. I just try to stay away I don't want to hear it. I don't want to see.

But he wouldn't let me burn them. He wants me to see them and him.
I want to bring the camera out. I want to get the proof. The real proof. Not the pictures and drawings and scribbles stashed away in my drawer.

But when I pick up the camera it doesn't feel right.