Kweeny's Pain Journal's Greatest Hits: The Movie HORNS...

I think I am going to die.

No, all of -us- are going to die.

SSsshhhiiit,,,,I thought I had more time.

I don't just want 70 years.

I want eternity.

I want to be a vampire, but I can't be.

I just cant.

I am a WEREWOLF.

And because of that...I can't stay in this realm forever.

I am made of Dreams.

I am a Destroyer Force Angel

I am above and below...

The Alpha and the Omega.

Mirror Shards.

Kweeny....

Queenie.

Good bye Livejournals.

Good Bye Internet...where I could escape my head and heart and just be...

Freeeeeeeee.

Queenie sighs with Reilly and finishes hir movie.

Thiiissssss Will Never End Cuz I Want Mooooorrrreee...

Moooreeee Give me Moooore Give me Moreeeeee.

Aaaaahhhhaaaahhhaahhahahhha...if I had a voice I'd sing...

*chuckles darkly and closes the curtain, dark eyes like coals gleaming from the shadows*

The End.

A Conversation Moments Before Ty's Death:

Because Ty is a yappy mother fucker...

Ty laughs as his eyes gleam in the shadows

...Ahem...So I figured those of you who are curious would want to read this. Curious minds like riddles, yes?

Enjoy the riddle that is Kweeny Todd's Brain kiddiessss...

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Ty: Even beasts cry, for the record.

Friend: I love you.

Ty: You can come hang out whenever! We have to be quiet after 9pm though as Bear sleeps...pause I love you too.

I try to dance and sing...

Friend: Kisses and hugs. Fuckingly long day...

Dancing when metal heads sing is damaging to the body...Like..."Pain me for my music, bitch!"

Ze grins and kisses me.

Ty: Don't care! I laugh manically as I lean in to kiss hir back.

Whoa man...Another hallucination hits, this time it's HER. My hag of a mother. A creature more fowl than any seen on Elivra's late night shows...

"My mom just helped me clean my pipe!"

Whhhhhhhooooooaaaassss!

Up until now Horror has been Love.

That is why I love people! Not because I am someone special...I just love them. For their flaws. For their beuty. For the moments they make this crappy existence worth living! Because without them, I would have gone mad decades ago.

*sobs*

I'm gonna die...

I will miss you...

And with that, the prince of clowns siiiighs long and deep. He closes his tired, worn out eyes as he realizes one important thing.

This was meant to happen. All along.

He was warned. All the Shards were.


And with that last thought Ty finally let's go and dies. Finally. Victor emerges from Ty's lifeless corpse, ready to get some work done.

Black eyes look at the Friend above and flash red, as he grins with razor teeth...

Rows upon rows of them.

All perfectly clean and sterile.

He adjusts his lab coat and pushes up his black rimmed glasses, "See you later, Friendsssss."

Friend Chuckles: Uh huh. Seroquel?

Victor responds with a half drunk, half mad smile, "Yuuup!"

Kweeny's Pain Journal's Greatest Hits: FEVER RAY – IF I HAD A HEART

So, cough I wrote ANOTHER thing...It's...a little hot in here...fans self

On the Subject of: Am I Gothic David Bowie?

“This will never end cuz I want more...More, give me more, give me mooore...”

I shutter all over. I clench and my feet curl. My head tilt's back and I let out a shuddering sigh from somewhere deep in my being. Right in the core of me. The center of the broken Mirror.

When I let go, when I finally reach that place of ecstasy inside me, I see it. I see my core. I see who I am buried under years of abuse, sickness, and pain. My past melting away like candlewax. Under the thick walls of my crumbling mental castle.

And I want more. So much more.

I want to be freed from this cage. I want to drink blood in the darkness and howl at the moon. I want to contort my body with the weight of the spirits possessing me. I want to dance with monsters and see what is behind the curtain.

I am Mother of Serpents. I am my own personal Kali. I am fucking Desire from Sandman.

Why hello Ssssailor! ;)

This is my place! I rule here! I am Queen! I am the primal night sky! And I rule the deep dark mojo, honey child!

You fear this because you want it so badly...

I clench my teeth and hiss softly, “Yesssss...”

You wanted to be more. The voice inside whispers along my earlob. I gasp with pleasure.

“Yessss. Gods yesss...more...”

The Loa don't ride me. I ride THE LOA.

I am fucking Gothic David Bowie! Because Gothic David Bowie is AMAZINGLY HOT!

Can I roll around in the snow now? HOW ABOUT NOW? *wags tail* HOW ABOUT NOW???

*facepalms* How long did this take me to figure out I might be an attractive creature? How old am I?

33? Still 33 years young huh?

Then why do I feel OLD!?

Oh yeah...right... Self esteem and self love crap! That is what is happening right now! JEEZE, it all makes sense! All the pain and torture that turns into beautiful, hilarious bliss! That stuff is actually good for you and not painful...Riiight....sell me another line UNCLE FRANK...

My Hellraiser fans will get this one!