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.

Kweeny's Pain Journal...No Ty's Pain Journal...

Everyone who knows who I am, knows what I am.

And I won't apologize for that.

I will however apologize for any wrongdoings I did. I own those. Every offensive, horrible detail. Sometimes I am the Lisa Lampenelli of horror. My mouth shoots off and I just...

Break people like mirrors.

33 years of bad luck anyone?

Maybe the bad luck spell has dried up. Maybe I can truly start to live my Semi-charmed kind of life Sugar Ray promised me...

"I want something else...to get me through this...life... baby..."

I'm sorry if I ever hurt you.

I don't need this journal anymore.

I dont want to die!!!

Sincerely,

Kweeny Todd: The Chronic Werewolf.

Mirror Shards. 

PS: I am still going to write more things. I have a book that is just begging for editing. I'm sure once I feel better I can edit the Personal Myth I wrote a while back.

Guess what it's called?

I love all my spoonies. All of them. Even the bitchy Haters. <3

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!"

Tyrone Williams died today at 1:50am. I worked on him all night. I have been working on him for days hoping I could salvage his fragile little mind.,,

sighs 

And let the recording show that Tyrone Williams is a play on Tirone Williams. Robin Williams. Alice Cooper. Father. Tirone for the adopted father who beat the living piss out of the subject and chained the Host up like a dog. Forced her to sit on the floor like a mutt. Force fed her, threatened her life on several occasions..."

looks at Ty's chart and makes a tisk tisk noise with his tongue.

He knew he had to die so myself and the "girls" could live....

 tosses the chart to one side and sighs heavily

I always found it strange how he called Nyx a "girl" in the story of our life. I'm talking about Mirror Shards, not the one you think of as Kweeny Todd! Ty didn't do that for Mama Jaxx! No one tells the hoodoo Mama what to do! chuckles and winks Demona will kick your ass if you try... a hint of a smile peaks from his gums and you see the fangs flash I am a creature older than any of them. Older than time itself... And I know the secrets to rebirth...

I am the Phoenix Maker. It's like a King Maker but more potent...

"Clive Baker would be proud."  He chuckles delightedly and then turns on a small TV at his work station. The black and white shit-box hums with electric light. On a long wooden slab, Victor lays out his special tools. The bone Saw. The teeth pliers. The Scalpel. And much, much worse still...

Victor puts down the tape recorder and looks you dead in the face, black eyes full of tentacles and galaxies. Swirling Nexuses of dank wonder. Too much for mortal eyes.

"Now if you excuse me, I have some work to do..."

Victor nods his head at you leave, shooing the reader away with his surgical, black-gloved handSSsss. Under those hands, Ty's body lies empty and pale.

Black eyes are devoid of stars now. Ty sees no stars anymore. Just empty, all-consuming black.

The same void that lives within Victors eyes.

Victor's eyes shine with a dark light, burning like hot coals.

Everything is going to be jussssst fiiiiiinnnnneeeeee...

I dunno who drew this but it is FANTASTIC.