Wednesday, November 30, 2011

So now you know most of the story.

In Maurice's  attempt to confuse HIM with a masquerade of identities we all lost ourselves.

We were all broken

But yet I remain.

What do I do now? Who am I to become, now that all of this has come to light?

things I had forgotten did not want to remember

living as a trouphy a plaything

and then

I don't know

For a week I contemplated the handgun brian left behind

For a week I stared at the liquor Maurice left behind, thinking wondering but rejecting. Drink ruined too many people, people I used to love

And now I am waiting for a sign

from something


i miss them


  1. Rachael will figure out something. She'll find out what to do. She is strong, even though it's hard to know it sometimes.

    The Mad Ventriloquist wishes he could help. But in this case he thinks he might just make it worse.

    He really did like her.

    that wasn't enough.

    He's sorry.

  2. "I imagine I'll die quite soon. It's strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and

    I apologized to nobody.

    I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one.

    An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us."

    Don't you dare let go of your last inch, Rachael. If not for yourself, then for Emma and June and Lucas and Joel and everyone who isn't here anymore.

  3. Never give up. Not until the final consequence.