( Private to Dante )

Angst: 1. A feeling of anxiety or apprehension often accompanied by depression. 2. an acute but unspecific feeling of anxiety; usually reserved for philosophical anxiety about the world or about personal freedom

Wangst: Ridiculously overblown self-pity.

Wank: An on-line discussion without purpose or substance that often involves pretension and ( Read more... )

One by one, laid upon the stone, the following:

A white rose bud.
A yellow carnation.
Champignon.
Chinese chrysanthemum.
White chrysanthemum.
Saffron crocus.
Frond from a fern.
Fool's parsley.
Garden chervil.
Garden sage.
Red balsam.
Acacia.
Cockscomb.
Sweet alyssum.
Amethyst.
Yellow acacia.
Unique rose.
Southernwood.
Red tulip.
Spindle tree.
Milkvetch.
Jonquil.
Indian ( Read more... )

In response to recent events:

Oh, my. It does seem as though the true nature of demons and their ilk are not handled well by some of the populace. I suppose, to the mortal nature, murder is murder and nothing more. Nothing beautiful in the art of death. An art our kind strives to perfect in the millenia we live ( Read more... )

I suppose I have an excellent sense of timing. I have just finished preparations and move...Now, as a matter of fact. Oh, I do hope this offers more of a challenge than that pathetic she-beast. I have grown rather bored, waiting around for something of interest to happen. Now, to contact the eldest.

And yet, the incentive has multiplied itself once again. This shall be most interesting. It is a pity, he didn't finish the job, but I suppose the fact that he had done it in the first place...Well, of course it would be shocking to someone like him. It would be amusing, did I not feel so terrible about the entire ordeal. But, ironically enough ( Read more... )

Hm, for once, Dante shows his intelligence. Not about this silly date auction, no. But, whatever he feels he must do to distract himself...I suppose it can cause no real harm. No, I mean the other. Tight lipped, he has become, about anything related to his twin. I can't be too overly suprised by this. I suppose I shall continue to 'hang ( Read more... )

How distasteful, shooting at one's elder from a rooftop across from his favorite cafe. If you're going to attempt to shoot someone, please do make sure you can at least hit the broad side of a barn at point blank.

And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.

I fear for this world, and all who dwell within it. Pray, all ye mortals, to whatever gods you hold dear, for Hell is about to be unleashed from its centuries long slumber, thirsting for souls, thirsting for blood, thirsting ( Read more... )

They have broken our hearts for their hunger, and trod
The wine-press for Death, with the grapes of our God;
And ye lick their feet, red with your blood, like dumb cattle.

Sigh. Such is the truth, I'm afraid. The blind lead the blind, and in this case, could it honestly be any more obvious? On the sidelines I shall be. I do not have a good ( Read more... )