((written in pencil, smeared as if written with a left hand. Rather legible, but not obsessively manuscript. Some blending of strokes.))

Jan 4, 2021

So much has happened. Orly got attacked and…he almost died. But he survived, thanks to Simon..and I was able to bring him home for Christmas Eve. Oh he’s such a baby when he’s hurt though. Not…[Read more]

((written in pencil, smeared as if written with a left hand. Rather legible, but not obsessively manuscript. Some blending of strokes.))

December 17, 2020

I’ve been sober for 3 months, today. It’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, not because it’s the longest I’ve been sober–it’s not–but because for the first time in my life, I’m…[Read more]

((written in pencil, smeared as if written with a left hand. Rather legible, but not obsessively manuscript. Some blending of strokes.))

November

I hate this month. It’s always November. I hate it. Cade’s wife Gen is in the hospital. A Crow, Alice, got to her. All Cade wants to do is go after her. I tried to tell him how pointless it is. How it…[Read more]

((this entry is written sloppily in pencil, and smeared as it was written with a left hand.))

October 19, 2020

I don’t even know who I am anymore. I thought I could smoke weed and it’d be fine because it wasn’t alcohol and helped me. But all these medications. All these anti-psychotics…I don’t feel anymore. I don’t know. Why am I like this?…[Read more]

((As Poe begins the efforts of packing her things up to move out of the slum apartment in District 8 to a grimy mobile home she secured earlier that day in Devil’s Pocket, she finds her old journal, buried in a stack of old books and sketch pads. She pulls it out and pads barefooted over to the black sofa, dropping down on folded leg, and starts…[Read more]

((this entry is written in pencil, smeared slightly as it was written with the left hand, as per usual. It is written rather calmly.))

November 6, 2018

I’m sober. And I’m going to stay that way. I’ve never done it, for me. Until now. It’s crazy how distance from a situation will put things into perspective. I will always be grateful that he came…[Read more]

Updates:

Lou’s Bar will be IC’ly hosting the costume ball at the Plant on Halloween night at 4pm SLT til ??

DJ’s will be Fao Andel and/or Peri

Dove is creating some posters to advertise this event, so be on the look out for those IC’ly!
Loz is going to be IC’ly hosting it, and she will be the one spearheading the voodoo ‘solution’ to the…[Read more]

Kakihara will be there, bwahahaha! (which is whom i’ll be on with for the week of the event. So kurtissketch.resident, in world)

Since the formatting didn’t work well from google docs…if you have questions, just ask 😀

Also, the location would be ‘The Plant’ for the final party, which is just behind the parking garage, for reference.

((this entry is shaky and written with a weak hand that sometimes skids and has to be erased. In pencil))

July 23, 2018

He’s not here. He ran off and I was too dizzy to find him and I have to find him. Lewis, come home. Please be okay. I’m sorry. How on Earth did this happen? But I understand now. And I’m going to fix this. All of this. I…[Read more]

((this entry is smeared in blood to some extent, and shaky hand. Written in pencil))

July 16, 2018

I had a very nice shower. And that was my fault.

Saint and Jared were talking, in the bedroom. Jared was wearing that stupid dog mask. I knew I shouldn’t have let him talk me into buying it. But I know what Kakihara did to him. I thought it would…[Read more]

((this entry is written in pencil, slow, and careful. Smeared just like the rest. But well thought out and controlled in its movements. A strap of black, soft leather, is tucked into this page, like a bookmark. It holds teeth marks.))

7/16/18

I’ve paid my debt to Ollie. Neri, my chick pea. Forgive me. I will never drink again.

We’ve moved…[Read more]

((this entry is written in pencil, smeared just as the rest. However, it is written with a calm, steady hand.))

July 13, 2018

And there it is.

Clarity. Gross, unending, unfettered. Clarity.

It’s lonesome, to some degree. You get used to the sounds, and the visions and the voices. And you almost miss the black dogs, and how their breath…[Read more]

((this entry is written in pencil, smeared as per usual to indicate a left hand, but…it is thoughtfully and slowly written, in print.))

July 11, 2018

It’s been raining today. I wish I could sit on my knees and just stare out the window. Watch it gather in the pane, and on the sill. Pick at the calking and stare out at the world when it…[Read more]

((This entry is written with a slow movement, though there is still smudging of the pencil as it is written with a left hand.))

July 7, 2018

A ballet dancer’s feet are heavily scarred. Broken. Ugly. Damaged. Used. Old.
And yet they create such …beauty. None of those things…matter.

I used to be a dancer. But I lost it, somewhere along the…[Read more]

((This entry is written with a slow movement, though there is still smudging of the pencil as it is written with a left hand.))

July 7, 2018

A ballet dancer’s feet are heavily scarred. Broken. Ugly. Damaged. Used. Old.
And yet they create such …beauty. None of those things…matter.

I used to be a dancer. But I lost it, somewhere along the…[Read more]

((This entry is written with a slow movement, though there is still smudging of the pencil as it is written with a left hand.))

A ballet dancer’s feet are heavily scarred. Broken. Ugly. Damaged. Used. Old.
And yet they create such …beauty. None of those things…matter.

I used to be a dancer. But I lost it, somewhere along the way. So many…[Read more]

((this post is written in a shaky hand, with pencil, printed with a sloppy lack of lifting the pencil from the paper, so things bleed together as if pseudo-cursive, and yet not. There are smears from writing left handed))

July 3, 2018

I need a fucking drink. I can’t stop thinking about it and this is bullshit. I’ve done everything I can to…[Read more]

((this entry is written in pencil, with smears along the page as it was written by a left hand))

6/27/2018

This all feels kind of surreal, if I’m being completely fucking honest. There’s been so much…change, and it’s been fucking..fast. Saint came back. He wasn’t dead and I just…I still wonder why. Logically, I get why he had to go. But it…[Read more]