tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83560184419591120462024-03-08T08:45:32.498-08:00Runneth OverPenny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-34401231915610534212012-11-25T06:29:00.000-08:002012-11-25T06:29:04.546-08:00mary mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow<span style="color: #3d85c6;">I just found out today that this nursery rhyme might be about miscarriage. That's hilarious.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">Anyway, the Lovers paid us a visit on Thanksgiving. If I'd have known he was coming, we would have gotten him some terrible Chinese food too.</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">The others are arguing about what he wants, but I know what he wants. I always know what he wants. He wants us to hurry up. The Death of Hope (lol), or the Oblivion Maw(lol), or whatever dumb melodramatic name these losers are calling it, needs to be taken care of and soon. The others are being all "but Penny, we don't know how to fight a thing like that" and it's like "Yeah idiot he doesn't care".</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">When the Lovers decides to hurt one of us because we haven't made any progress yet, these dumbdumbs better not come crying to me, because I'll be too busy playing my tiny violin to care.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">In other news, I guess we can probably start talking about Summerborn now, but I'm not going to, because Jeanette cares <i>way</i> more about telling you people things than I do.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">Later, jerks.</span>Penny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-4561654647221290282012-11-23T11:30:00.001-08:002012-11-23T11:30:33.702-08:00happy holidays<span style="color: blue;">explanations will have to wait until after we've dealt with the cornucopia full of rose petals and forget-me-nots we found on our table on thanksgiving.</span>Penny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-86147486895887698352012-07-27T16:35:00.000-07:002012-07-27T16:35:06.504-07:00Your Attention Please<span style="color: #3d85c6;">This is a serious fucking occasion, people.</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">Like, somber music and everything.</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">Or, failing that, Seven Devils.</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">I'm here to announce something important.</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">Something earth-fucking-shattering.</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">I hereby grant the Page of Cups, my sister, Alice Mason, Chelsea Balisong, a new title.</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">She is now the Queen of Motherfucking Wands (Motherfucking optional)</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">Now give her a standing ovation, plebeians.</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">There's a new queen on the block.</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">Also haha, Ten doesn't get a promotion.</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">You will.</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">In time.</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">You all are lucky you have someone on hand who can make these sorta calls.</span>Penny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-13017119798017583022012-07-14T16:42:00.001-07:002012-07-14T16:42:52.655-07:00The Actual Transcript<i style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Jeanette approaches Penny with a bourbon and hamburger.</i><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Jeanette: I've been looking all over for you. Where the fuck have you been?</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: Burger. Give.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><i style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Jeanette</i><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> </span><i style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">sighs, hands Penny the burger.</i><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><i style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny hungrily devours burger.</i><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Jeanette: Okay, now will you tell me what the fuck is going on?</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: Do you know why I wanted a burger?</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Jeanette: Because you were hungry?</span>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: Because I've been eating dandelion greens for five months.</span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Jeanette: What do you--</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: The thing in King's head didn't take me.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: I've been in communion.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><i>A long pause as Penny finishes the sandwich. She pats the floor next to her.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: You'd better sit down. You don't want to be standing for this.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><i>Jeanette sits next to Penny. There's another long pause.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Jeanette: So you've been with...Smiley. This entire time.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><i>Penny says nothing.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Jeanette: Christ, Alison.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: Yeah.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><i>Jeanette can now see scars and cuts on Penny's exposed skin. She notices how Penny is rocking back and forth. How she smells like pollen and grass and blood. Penny is now holding Jeanette's hand tightly, like she expects to be dragged off at any moment. Like she needs an anchor to hold her in place.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><i>They don't say anything for a long time. Penny continues to hold Jeanette's hand. She continues to rock back and forth.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: You know, sometimes he took me along.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: He made me hold them down. I couldn't see them, but they were pleading, pleading and I tried to ignore them, I tried so hard to just ignore them.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><i>Jeanette hands Penny the bourbon.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: Danke.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><i>They're quiet for a bit longer.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: ...we're going to have to kill the thing in king's head. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Jeanette: ...I was kind of figuring we would.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: He wants us to. The Lovers.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Jeanette: Even if it didn't...</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: Yeah.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><i>Penny is sobbing, but not crying. She can't cry.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Jeanette: Jesus, Penny. I'm sorry.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: I know.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><i>Jeanette very awkwardly hugs Penny. Penny clings to Jeanette. She's shaking.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><i>Jeanette holds Penny for a very long time.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: This is where you punch me, you know.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Jeanette: What are you talking about?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: Your dream. We're here. We're talking. Ms. Punchable, remember?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Jeanette: ...Fuck. You're right.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><i>Penny pulls away. She braces herself.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: So punch me.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Jeanette: What?! No!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: Punch me! Come on!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Jeanette: I am not punching you you freak.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: Do it! You know you want to!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Jeanette: No! Fuck off!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><i>Penny starts poking Jeanette repeatedly.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: Come on, are you scared?! Punch me!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Jeanette: No!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: Punchmepunchmepunchmepunchme</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><i>Jeanette punches Penny.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><i>Penny recoils, blood trickling from her mouth.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Jeanette: Jesus, Penny! I'm sorry, I just...are you...</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: I love you.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Jeanette: ...what?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: I love you. I can't love. I can't love anything else. But I love you.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Jeanette: What...what are you...</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: We don't all survive. Going after this thing. Some of us are going to die. And I wanted to tell you. Before...before things start to get bad.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Jeanette: Penny...I...</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Penny: Just hold me. I don't care if you don't back. Just hold me.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><i>Jeanette holds Penny for hours. Penny sobs almost the entire time.</i></span></span>Penny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-48346706058583299062012-07-14T01:30:00.001-07:002012-07-14T01:31:38.732-07:00Penny's Awesome Transcript (DO NOT STEAL)<i>Jeanette approaches Penny with a bourbon and hamburger.</i><br />
Jeanette: I've been looking all over for you. Where the fuck have you been?<br />
Penny: Burger. Give.<br />
<i>Jeanette</i> <i>sighs, hands Penny the burger.</i><br />
<i>Penny hungrily devours burger.</i><br />
Jeanette: Okay, now will you tell me what the fuck is going on?<br />
Penny: Do you know why I wanted a burger?<br />
Jeanette: Because you were hungry?<br />
Penny: No, smartass, because I WAS GETTIN' STONED<br />
<i>Penny starts passing out doobies and they both start smokin' like three joints at once.</i><br />
Jeanette: FUCK YES.<br />
Penny: Jeanette you are like my Karkat. I love you but you spend all your time fucking John like in my sister's terrible fanfiction so I have to have sex with Strider like all the time.<br />
Jeanette: FUCK BE MY TEREZI PENNY<br />
<i>They have super hot sex right there in the mall. It is so hot, oh my god, you guys.</i><br />
Penny: Oh no! Our super hot sex did not fix our problems! We are still completely screwed by these soldiers and monsters and shit.<br />
Jeanette: Fuck we have to do something!<br />
<i>I-330 and the Doctor appear from a TARDIS with Captain Jack (Harkness and Sparrow)</i><br />
The Doctor: Penny, we are all super hot time travelers!<br />
I-330: We can save everyone if we all have a massive orgy!<br />
Jeanette and Penny: FUCK YES<br />
<i>Everyone has a massive orgy. It is so super hot. It is so sexy, it destroys all the monsters in the universe including Smiley and Slendy and Grendel and the Daleks and saves Rose Tyler and Lisa Wells and Ianto Welshlastname and whoever Catherine Tate played fuck I always forget that Companion's name. The orgy is so amazing that the Doctor regenerates into TWO MATT SMITHS AND TWO DAVID TENNANTS and a Jon Pertwee for Tara because she's a freak.</i><br />
Penny: Oh wow! We are all pregnant! (EVEN THE MEN) And Lisa and Gwen Welshlastname and Sara-Jane Smith and Ace and K-9 are the babies! Somehow!<br />
Jeanette: Fuck, now we have to get married!<br />
<i>And then everyone went to Babylon 5 and G'kar reads everyone their vows and everyone's there and has another massive orgy and the Luggage joins in while Rincewind watches and strokes his beard. (AMONG OTHER THINGS LOL)</i><br />
<i>And everyone was happy forever.</i><br />
<i>And no one had to die.</i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
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Because I'm not just writing this because it's silly and terrible.<br />
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I'm writing it because I wanted to write something where none of us has to die.<br />
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Because in the moment he took my sight, the Lovers showed me so many things.<br />
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And He showed me how this ends.<br />
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And we're not all going to make it.<br />
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I'll get the actual transcript up soon.Penny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-42457165511142840812012-07-05T16:54:00.001-07:002012-07-05T16:54:47.183-07:00what day is it<span style="color: blue;">how much are you willing to give</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">how much are you willing to sacrifice</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">who are you willing to sacrifice</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">who's it gonna be, jeanette?</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">it's you and me, babe</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">in this together</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">you and me.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">sisters in arms</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">(sisters in law?)</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">it doesn't matter</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">you got my last clue</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">or rather some dumb college student got it for you</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">it doesn't matter</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">no clues this time</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">tara's going to be where i began</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">i'm going to be at a station heading west</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">you don't have long to get to both of us</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">time to split up</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">you know who goes where</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">we've been dreaming about this, after all</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">see you soon</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">or rather, not</span>Penny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-27088656304700869142012-04-08T06:48:00.001-07:002012-04-08T06:48:20.091-07:00what time is it<span style="color: #073763;">time to ride in a circle with the navy if you'da seen it you woulda done the same</span>Penny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-12562723138061214552012-03-10T02:26:00.000-08:002012-03-10T02:26:07.742-08:00chimera<span style="color: #660000;">I think I'm losing my mind.</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">Well, not losing. Losing implies a process. I think I'm already crazy. If the trifurcated posts weren't evidence enough.</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">I killed someone today. I think it was a proxy. I'm not sure. I didn't know I could say that so casually. I was always kind of the coward of the group. Never killed anyone. Never "popped my murdercherry" like Alison used to call it. She used to chide me for it but I think she was relieved I hadn't. Afraid I would. Afraid death would be so easy for me if I started, like it was so easy for her.</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">Where are you, Alison? Where's Jeanette? Where did everyone go?</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">I don't know if it even matters anymore. We were doing so well but it really didn't matter in the end.</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">I would kill that stupid fucking boy if he was still alive. But he's not. And that's why we're all fucking doomed. As if Smiley wasn't fucking bad enough.</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">That doesn't matter, though. As long as I keep killing, keep surviving, it doesn't matter.</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">Maybe it's weak. It's been sealed away long enough. Maybe...maybe it's weak enough.</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">It's what Jeanette would do. Shooting a primal force of terror in the face? Just another day being her.</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">I miss her so much. I didn't realize how much I</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">It doesn't matter. I'm rambling. Don't know how the others made blogging look so goddamn easy.</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">Bottom line: I'm crazy. Killed a proxy. Might have to kill a god.</span>Penny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-81206011292847157002012-03-09T02:31:00.001-08:002012-03-09T02:31:31.820-08:00hydra<span style="color: #990000;">I know exactly why all this happened.</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Everything was going wrong.</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">And now, we're all saved.</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Everything's gone so horribly right.</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">We won.</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Sunshine, lollipops, rainbows, candydrops.</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">I know exactly where I am. They're all alone now, but I'm right here.</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">They miss me. They wish I'd come back. They wish I could find them.</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">But they can't. I'm gone.</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">I'm not here, and they are alone.</span>Penny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-393226397509378532012-03-08T10:54:00.000-08:002012-03-08T10:54:38.442-08:00janus<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Ten of Wands: You’re sure they’re here?</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Ten of Wands: So why the fuck are we here?</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Ten of Wands: Yeah. Maybe.</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Ten of Wands: I wasn’t.</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Ten of Wands: How many eyes?</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Ten of Wands: How many eyes does she have?</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Ten of Wands: I wasn’t going to say anything.</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Ten of Wands: Okay, sure. He would leave a note or something. I’m not arguing this anymore, <b>Knight</b>.</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Ten of Wands: This really isn’t the right time to talk about this. We’ll talk about it later.</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Ten of Wands: Hmph. Looks like the sister. Is she...?</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Ten of Wands: How many eyes?</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Ten of Wands: Does that sound like what I fucking asked? How many eyes do they have? Three, two, or one?</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Ten of Wands: You’re supposed to do what I tell you to. Or do we need to have a talk with<b> Ace</b>?</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Ten of Wands: <b>The Queen of Swords</b>. What does the other one look like?</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Ten of Wands: Black or brown?</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Ten of Wands: <b>Knight</b>, look! Fuck! Is...is that what...?</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Ten of Wands: I’m not leaving you here. We all run.</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Ten of Wands: I appreciate the heroics but do you really think you’re gonna slow that thing down?</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Ten of Wands: Come on, move!</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">And the rest is silence.</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">I'm not Penny either.</span>Penny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-29482200907784489742012-01-20T09:24:00.000-08:002012-01-20T09:24:26.387-08:00suckers.Queen Takes King<br />
<br />
q --> k<br />
<br />
Check<br />
<br />
Fucking<br />
<br />
Mate<br />
<br />
Operation "One Night in Bangkok" is a success.Penny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-30845846907618324572012-01-01T16:14:00.000-08:002012-01-01T16:14:30.508-08:00but i'm a creepwhat the hell am i doing here?<br />
<br />
i don't belong here.<br />
<br />
this is not an important post<br />
<br />
<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">q qnp</span></span>Penny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-9733523584071246332011-12-13T06:52:00.000-08:002011-12-13T06:52:07.903-08:00ZombieWhen I say that the Lovers was my worst nightmare, I'm not exaggerating.<br />
<br />
As a child and teenager, he was in my head. When I closed my eyes, I saw his smile. When I dreamed, I was in his field. He was my constant companion. And he wanted out.<br />
<br />
Can you imagine that? Whenever I was asleep, I was with him. Everything he has wrought upon his victims was wrought upon me. Every night. For years. Others can escape their monster by running. But mine was there. Always there. Pounding on the walls of his cage and smiling, always smiling, always goddamn smiling.<br />
<br />
I knew he was trapped, somehow. I knew it. The only way he could contact anything was through my head...through my head, somehow. I don't know how. I don't know why. What could lock a Major Arcana away like that? How could it break free? Why did it need me to do it?<br />
<br />
<a href="http://aceknighttenking.blogspot.com/2011/12/um-hey.html" target="_blank">From their most recent post</a>, it looks like one of them is the same. Fitting he chose the same suit.<br />
<br />
I removed him from my head. I did what the King of Cups and his friends are trying to do. I unleashed him on you all.<br />
<br />
I'm not sorry.<br />
<br />
Isn't that the funny thing? I'm not sorry I unleashed him. With him in my head, I was in hell. My life was unbearable. I stopped sleeping. I nearly killed myself over and over and over <strike>but he wouldn't let me die</strike>. Did you know I spent my teenage years in a mental hospital? Because I did. All those tests, all that therapy, and nothing helped. Nothing ever helped because my nightmare was there, with me.<br />
<br />
And when I released him, the first thing <strike>the Smiling Man</strike> the Lovers did was take my eyes. He looked in my eyes and I saw so much, so very much. Too much. It burned them out of their sockets and I screamed and wept blood in pain and <i>joy</i> with the knowledge that he was out of my head.<br />
<br />
So yes, I know it must suck to be you, King of Cups. I know a part of you would kill your whole family, all your friends, resign the world to yet another unstoppable monster if you thought you could be rid of the terrible thing in your head.<br />
<br />
But I'm not telling you.<br />
<br />
Because even though I'm not sorry, I know what I did was wrong. Even though I would do it again in an instant, I know it was unforgivable. And even though I know the agony you are going through, I know the agony everyone will go through.<br />
<br />
So I'm sorry. Just to you, I'm sorry.<br />
<br />
The answer is still no.Penny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-88820507931195745902011-12-06T02:30:00.000-08:002011-12-06T02:30:00.954-08:00Troubletranscript<br />
<br />
Penny(me): Put her down on the table. Make sure she's lying flat.<br />
Tara: I don't...o-okay.<br />
P: Tara.<br />
<i>No response</i><br />
P: Tara, I need you with me. This is important, all right? Don't flip the fuck out on me right now. I need does-things Tara, not pussies-out Tara.<br />
T: Okay. Okay.<br />
P: Swords, how does it feel?<br />
Jeanette: <i>grimacing</i> I-it feels like I've been shot in the leg.<br />
P: Good. Take off Jeanette's pants as best you can.<br />
J: ...can't you do this without stripping me?<br />
P: We either cut them off or take them off. It's not like the room's full of boys you ridiculous fucking prude.<br />
T: Okay. <i>deep breath</i> Okay, what now?<br />
P: Do you see an exit--<br />
<i>interruption. Alice/Chelsea enters the room.</i><br />
A: I got it! Jesus, that's a lot of blood. Is she all..<br />
P: Shh! Tara, do you see an exit wound?<br />
T: I don't...yes. I think so, I mean.<br />
P: Do you or don't you?<br />
T: It's kind of ragged, I can't tell.<br />
P: Whatever. We keep going under the assumption that the bullet's not in there.<br />
T: But what...<br />
P: People have gone their whole lives with things worse than bullets in them. If it's in there we can get rid of it when she has more blood, which she's losing the more I have to explain things to you idiots.<br />
P: Page, do you have the suture?<br />
A: What the fuck is a suture?<br />
P: <i>sigh</i> Curved needle and thread.<br />
A: Oh! Duh. Right here...is she going to be alright? Does she need my blood? I have a lot of blood.<br />
P: She'll be fine if we can get her sewn up soon. Okay. Tara. I'm going to need you to do exactly what I tell you to do.<br />
T: I'm not sure if I...<br />
P: You've got the steadiest hands of all of us. You can do it and you need to do it now.<br />
T: Okay. I can do this.<br />
A: You better.<br />
P: Shut the fuck up and let Tara work.<br />
<br />
Long story short, we were led into a trap.<br />
<br />
She's fine, by the way. More or less. One more addition to her scar collection.<br />
<br />
Fuck these people. Whoever they are.<br />
<br />
Hear that, Flaming Ass? Fuck. You.Penny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-17934088293685571742011-12-02T19:29:00.000-08:002011-12-02T19:29:21.722-08:00IntermissionI could tell you, and all the people following us, about our plans, how we're on the move, etc. I could talk about my sister and Jeanette and their sickening relationship. I could talk about how Tara's been all weird since that Pete Rivers bullshit. I could post about any number of important, extremely relevant things.<br />
<br />
Instead it's music video time.<br />
<br />
Bam.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/m2NDUaPAxhE?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Penny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-4776516459837124742011-11-25T17:15:00.001-08:002011-11-25T17:15:38.501-08:00ChelseaHas lost computer privileges.Penny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-45396075913756792162011-11-24T19:10:00.000-08:002011-11-24T21:13:24.878-08:00HATOTALLY JACKING MY SISTER'S ACCOUNT<br />
<br />
THIS IS CHELSEA OR ALICE OR WHATEVER THE FUCK. HELLO INTERNET.<br />
<br />
I AM LIKE SUPER DRUNK.<br />
<br />
ANYWAY I AM SUPER THANKFUL FOR THIS HOUSEBOAT<br />
<br />
AND ALL OF MY FRIENDS<br />
<br />
AND I AM THANKFUL THAT EVEN THOUGH WE'RE ALL DOOMED WE'RE NOT DOOMED RIGHT NOW.<br />
<br />
ALSO I AM THANKFUL FOR JEANETTE'S AMAZING RACK<br />
<br />
SERIOUSLY IT'S LIKE GOD KNEW SHE WOULD BE THIS TOMBOY GOTH COWBOY AND SAID, "LET THERE BE TITS" AND THEY WERE GOOD.<br />
<br />
THAT'S ALL FOR NOWPenny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-73986056424412604272011-11-22T22:52:00.000-08:002011-11-22T22:52:08.683-08:00MessageI received an email today.<div><br />
</div><div>"Tell us how you did it and we'll stop the pursuit.</div><div><br />
</div><div>The Burning Ace"</div><div><br />
</div><div>Looks like some douchebag is too cool to say "Ace of Wands" like the rest of us.</div>Penny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-26353176727565882792011-11-10T17:03:00.000-08:002011-11-10T17:03:01.634-08:00Like Watching A Baby Bird Try To FlyJeanette just said, "I don't care about your Oshawotts."<br />
<br />
It was amazingly terrible.Penny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-24890574683290058382011-11-08T12:12:00.000-08:002011-11-08T12:12:44.920-08:00CeremonialsThis music is sonic sex.<br />
<br />
If I am listening to this album when I die, then it doesn't matter how violent or bloody the death is. I'll die happy. I could get my eyes back, have them burned out again, and then get repeatedly skullfucked to death and I would not care as long as this album is playing.<br />
<br />
I have voiced this opinion to the others and common consensus is that there's something wrong with me.<br />
<br />
Plebeians.Penny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-63101390296187405462011-11-04T12:10:00.000-07:002011-11-04T12:46:12.413-07:00An Urgent QuestionNow that all of that puppy and beatle business is out of the way, I have one vital question. An urgent, desperate inquiry that will shake the foundation of our world and rock us all out of our complacent lives. A question that will change us all forever, and show the world what we truly are.<br />
<br />
This question is:<br />
<br />
Why the <b>fuck</b> did no one tell me that Florence + the Machine just put out a new album?Penny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-83424083131195121392011-10-30T02:28:00.000-07:002011-10-30T02:28:05.977-07:00transcript<i>Girl With One Eye Ringtone heard playing. Phone is answered.</i><br />
Jeanette: "Hey, Tara?"<br />
Myself(Penny): "No."<br />
J: "******, good. We're in Hope. Where the fuck are you guys? Tara's on IM but she's not answering."<br />
P: "She's busy."<br />
J: "Okay. Where are you?"<br />
P: "I don't think you want to come here right now."<br />
J: "What? Why not?"<br />
P: "Your friend is a whore."<br />
J: "<i>WHAT?</i>"<br />
P: "She's a strumpet. A woman of loose moral character."<br />
P: "She is the slut. It's her."<br />
J: "******, what the fuck are you talking about?"<br />
P: "Exactly."<br />
J: "Just fucking tell me what's going on."<br />
P: "Fucking is what's going on. Specifically, Peter is making a woman out of Tara."<br />
<i>A half minute of silence</i><br />
P: "Are you still there?"<br />
J: "That's bullshit."<br />
P: "Unfortunately not. They're in the room next door. I think they're going to be at it for a while."<br />
J: "Tara wouldn't..."<br />
P: "Tara is. She is right now. I have good ears. So you might not want to come by."<br />
J: "Bullshit I don't. Where the fuck are you?"<br />
Chelsea: (background) "What's going on?"<br />
P: "You really should tell her."<br />
J: "Shut the fuck up."<br />
P: "Hey, look on the bright side. Now that you know the love of your life loves the cock, maybe you can give my sister a chance."<br />
J: (on the border of enraged) "Are you trying to make me punch you when we meet?"<br />
P: "If punching a blind depressed girl will make you feel better, by all means."<br />
J: "Okay, what-the-fuck-ever. We're going to go to a motel or a restaurant or something. Call us when you want to act like a fucking adult."<br />
P: "A motel? Taking me up on my advice?"<br />
<i>The phone is hung up on the other end.</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
Nothing like a little trolling to make oneself feel better.<br />
<br />
Oh jesus they're still at it.Penny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-66476384458311525262011-10-29T08:40:00.000-07:002011-10-29T08:40:07.435-07:00can'twe went in and peter was useless and will was there with a gun.<br />
<br />
he asked me why i abandoned him. he asked me why i didn't warn him or anyone else. he said he thought they were my friends. he said he thought we had something.<br />
<br />
he kept saying he wanted HIM out of his head, that he kept feeling HIM in his head and wanted HIM out, and that maybe if he killed me, that HE would finally let him alone. that i was the root of the problem. the source from which HE sprung, and that killing me would stem HIS tide.<br />
<br />
tara couldn't shoot him. maybe airies but not will, not one of her friends. she hid and i ran. i ran blindly through the abandoned building. he didn't even think about going after tara. tara wasn't the one who left him behind. tara wasn't the one who abandoned him to the <strike>smiling man</strike> lovers.<br />
<br />
he chased me into a narrow hallway. he had a pistol. he wasn't thinking straight, though. i hid behind a corner and waited. and waited.<br />
<br />
i'm blind. but i could hear his footfalls. he was in close quarters.<br />
<br />
and i had a shotgun.<br />
<br />
i killed him.<br />
<br />
i'm not sure i ever loved him.<br />
<br />
but i liked him. i liked him a whole lot.<br />
<br />
but i spread WTRainbow all the way across the hall.<br />
<br />
i just feel numb.<br />
<br />
i don't feel anything right now.<br />
<br />
i can't even hate peter. or be annoyed with tara.<br />
<br />
i guess i'm the one who loses her murdercherry this time, eh tara?<br />
<br />
i hate you, jeanette.<br />
<br />
i hate you so much.<br />
<br />
i hate you for bringing us together and leading us. i hate you for breaking my dumb sister's heart.<br />
<br />
i hate you because you made me think maybe i could be human again.<br />
<br />
but i'm not.<br />
<br />
because i just killed the only person who's ever loved me.<br />
<br />
and i'm not even sad.<br />
<br />
just empty.<br />
<br />
and i realize that right now, i have everything i need.<br />
<br />
i have a shotgun and tara's right here.<br />
<br />
i have you in check, black queen. i could checkmate you right now. your king is in the other room and i know where the shotgun is.<br />
<br />
of course. this is why i'm here.<br />
<br />
the white queen's goal is to capture the black queen. i could take you out of the game right now just with one shell. the queen of pentacles would never suspect me. i could just walk up to her and pull the trigger.<br />
<br />
it would be the easiest thing ever.<br />
<br />
but then i realize that my next thoughts are, "then maybe i can be free"<br />
<br />
and then i realize that i can't. just like they wouldn't have been if they'd actually managed to kill us.<br />
<br />
there's no freedom for us. there's no way out. we don't have hope, jeanette.<br />
<br />
and i hate you. i hate you so much for making me think even for a second that we did.<br />
<br />
tara's safe for now. i won't kill her.<br />
<br />
but she'd better sleep with one eye open.<br />
<br />
because that's the price you pay, girl with one eye.<br />
<br />
because you cut my little heart out and you made me cry.Penny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-8465966138732868172011-10-29T03:22:00.000-07:002011-10-29T03:22:25.634-07:00-i killed will today<br />
<br />
then we had a picnic<br />
<br />
and sent the puppies back homePenny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356018441959112046.post-22078310055601833612011-10-28T06:27:00.000-07:002011-10-28T06:27:03.842-07:00Oh GodI don't want to write this.<br />
<br />
We found where the Timberpups are.<br />
<br />
We know who the proxy guarding them is.<br />
<br />
It's Will.<br />
<br />
It's him.<br />
<br />
WTRainbow. My former internet boyfriend. I saw a few pictures of him back when we were'dating' and they described him to the letter.<br />
<br />
We haven't done anything yet.<br />
<br />
I don't know what to do.<br />
<br />
But really who else would it be? Why else would it be me, here?<br />
<br />
Because it hurts. It's this way to hurt me.<br />
<br />
Because it makes him Smile.Penny Balisonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167442934690817203noreply@blogger.com0