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LiveJournal for Krevlorneswath of the Deathwok Clan.
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| Tuesday, July 13th, 2004 |
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That's it. No more. I am outta here. My bags are packed, courtesy of the apes in suits but I'm ready to go. I am booked into the Le Meridien and I am charging it all right back to those nasty goons. If you need me scream real loud. I might hear you and I might just not come running sweeties. Dennis my pet, call me when the Hyperion is back to being something civilized. //firewall against mostly everyone// Angel and my Morrikins? Well.. that should make for one heavenly sour puss. //end firewall// |
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| Monday, July 12th, 2004 |
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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! There is some MIB wannabe manhandling my privates! Put that down you over-stuffed olive. If you value your toupee you will but the suits down and back away slowly. See. I am a demon. I am green and mean. These eyes aren't red from the vodka boys. Plus I have not showered in days, do you really want to come closer? No! No! No! Not the Aretha collection. ANGEL!!!!! |
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| Friday, July 9th, 2004 |
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Angelpuff I appreciate the room. I really do. But is the lack of water a punishment? Are you trying to force me out of my room to deal with the handless dead boy? Color me an unhappy camper, I've been trying to download sheet music and this dialup is making my horns curl. The humanity! |
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| Wednesday, July 7th, 2004 |
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Turns out Danny boy was unable to keep my apartment while I was gone. The sweet boy that he is has been letting me stay at his place while he checked things out. Turns out the new landlords are not as open to the idea of demons living there as Wolfram & Hart was. Guess what this means boys and girls? Time to face off with my favorite fan boy and go visit Angel about a place at the Hyperion. I am so excited. Can't you tell. |
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| Monday, July 5th, 2004 |
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As anyone noticed of late that I am spending way too much with the vodka and cranberries? I mean it would be alright if it was of the musical variety but my system can not handle all of this. I wish I could get drunk and forget all of this madness. The blue bird of doom is still here and Wes is gone. I'm not sure if I am more upset about the former than the latter. And all my angst? My expedition to cleanse my karma? Ha! Besides being stalked by another worldly evil was all for naught! He is apparently mostly alive and well and very much still kicking. And those pointy little cowboy boots better stay clear of my manicured self because I would hate to remind him that he called me a lackey. //engage firewall against all but self// Sweet merciful Aretha please give me the strength. //end firewall// |
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| Wednesday, June 30th, 2004 |
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The story takes place in the darkest of London knights.. and that is not a spelling mistake sweethearts. Turns out some British Knight had it in for my wee self because I managed to miss the grand battle that never was. The darker dude was calling on some wicked mojo to punish yours truly for my dealings in the down fall of the Circle of all who are thorny. My little milk dud and one of the little watcher boys spent time with their pretty little noses in books while the slayers stalked the city. Evidence did lean all the way to me, but then a mistake was made. The bad strumpet struck again while I was all bound inside. A eureka moment was had, and my hero went off and brooded at some abandoned castle with a full entourage of finely dressed slayers. Let me tell you I shrieked for joy when they got back. Details are fuzzy, much like those little navel drinks, but this knight made a deal with a mid-level demon. Anf with his fine negotiation skills the boy and girls got a new deal struck. And now I sit on a plane with Angelkins. A plane that is going to take me back to LA. Wonder if Danny boy still has my apartment? Now I must confront my demons. And those I left behind. |
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| Monday, June 28th, 2004 |
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Turns out my delightful little captors have a heart and have given me access to a dial-up and an old beat up laptop. If you ask me, which I know you didn't, this laptop looks like a building fell on it. They think I've been killing people?! I would never. Well.. maybe that once but honestly and truly sugar puffs I.. I.. Well there is that lack of sleep... Regardless I know it can't be me. Stampsies, no erasies. Yes.. please note the lack of firewall on this. The little slayers told me that they would proof read my messages regardless. Oh the humanity of it all! Angel? Sugarpop? |
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| Wednesday, June 23rd, 2004 |
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//yada yada yada// I now personally fear for my little green self. Whatever has been killing people around here appears to have stepped it up a notch. I mean, its been focusing its efforts on my hotel area. Now I know I have not been sleeping of late, what with all the fantastic shows I have been doing. But I swear on all that is Fitzgerald that I am mostly in control of myself. Did I say mostly? Well, there was that moment last night when I blacked out. Yowzers! Perhaps it is time to go see a psychic while I am here. All this bad karma because of ..him. |
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| Tuesday, June 22nd, 2004 |
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//engage the anti-LA wall// Things are getting messy over here sweetums. It is like a reincarnation of the Ripper days. Who, personally, I think was a demon. None of this royalty or doctor business. I mean have you met Lizzie? She is the sweetest little matriarch anyone could dare to squeeze. She does need to relax the curling rods a little bit, but those hats! Meow! Digress much? Think I caught a couple of these newly famed slayers in Hyde park. Taking down what I am sure was some of Angelkins more notorious kin. Had to sneak back down one of these little alleys to ensure I went unnoticed. And lovers? It is hard for a demon, a bright green one at that, to go unnoticed in this city. Rumours among my kind is that the council is trying to get back up and vaulting. The gig is a smash. Now mind you the smashing was not all done by me. I had to make ugly faces at this one patron who kept calling out for some Lloyd Weber. I shudder! No rest for the wicked dumplings. Tis time for tea! Posh is a fright if I am late. Cheerio. //end this thing// |
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| Thursday, June 17th, 2004 |
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//you know the drill// Color me bush whacked cupcakes. I finally have wrapped up my little gig in Dublin and am moving on toward London. Trust me, I could use the sleep. These little peepers of mine have never been so red. It's like the perfume counter at Saks, constantly. My train leaves tonight for London. Danny boy called me and told me I was booked at the Regent. Also asked me if I had heard anything about the deaths in Shannon and Dublin. Sweethearts the only news I've been hearing is all rave reviews! I must be honest though. I think I have taken to sleep walking. I keep jolting alert in the most odd places. As long as I am not pulling a Linda Blair, I am sure we are all going to be fine. See you at the Regent Palace my little bangers & mash! //end the drill// |
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| Wednesday, June 9th, 2004 |
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//engage the good old Angel firewall// Well this is proving to be more fun than I originally thought. Not only am I gaining a following of very desperate people, there is actually Honestly my little snapdragons I think this is a sensation a fellow could get use to. They give me free places to stay and will sit up for hours to listen to me sing. I stay up all day and night. It's absolutely to die for! Now mind you I think everyone is a little fearful of heading outside. Something in the woods near by I gather. //end firewall// |
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| Friday, June 4th, 2004 |
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//engage the anti-Angel firewall// I have finally dragged my little Gucci bottom out of my hotel room after spending a dreamy night and day recuperating from the titanic voyage. The one positive item that came out of that nautical adventure is that it is now over. Done sweet water-fairies! And now to the adventure of finding that better piece of my little green soul that I seem to have left behind in LA. Forget San Francisco darlings, my hearts are in heaven and in some blue bird. I have been trying my darndest of late to not read any of their journals. I know they are alright. I know it just like I know I have two little horns. But onward and upward for the Irish eyes are smiling. And are demanding I sing for them. Can you imagine that sugars? I shall make my way to Shannon this afternoon and perform this evening. Now if I could just get them to stop following me toward pots of gold. //end firewall// |
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| Monday, May 31st, 2004 |
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//firewall against those in the Hyperion// Kidlets I was wrong. Very wrong. I can turn every shade of green there is. It appears my delicate little stomach does not appreciate the rolling and swelling of this great ocean of ours. And a real pity that is too. The chef on this fine boat is a master. If I still had those overflowing budgets of Wolfram & Hart at my disposal I dare say I would kidnap this little culinary delight and drag him around the world with me. Please note the dramatic pause in my writing sugar lumps. He's alive. She is there from the land of the spirits. And my Morrikins has just learned of my actions. I did that favor for Angel, and now the Partners have brought him back. Why? Why did I have to twist my soul and go against every fiber of this finely pressed suit? What good came of this? Tomorrow I land. //end firewall// |
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| Tuesday, May 25th, 2004 |
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//firewalled against Angel & Crew// There is something about the Emerald Isle that just calls me. It may be the Guinness or perhaps even the charm and might of the leprechaun. Or perhaps its the redheaded maidens and their bountiful charms. My bags are packed kiddos and I am ready to go. What's 10 days at sea? Not like I can turn more green. A Trial. I've got more than my fingers crossed for you sweethearts. //End firewall// |
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| Wednesday, May 19th, 2004 |
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I answer the heroic question "Death, where is they sting?" with "It is here in my heart and mind and memories." (Its not plagiarizing kidlets when the author Please do not think me a weak man for stepping out before the battle has begun. This player has finished his lines and must make for a quiet exit. It is the time of heroes and kings. This is no longer my fight. I know leaving a note is not the noblest of acts but I know how my ending plays out. For some of you I know this will be our last good-bye. For the others I could get all sentimental and say we will meet again, but we all know how quickly fate and our hearts can change. It is a magical world little buddies, and it is time for me to go exploring. Time for me to spread my wings and explore my inner moppet. ( And on a more personal note ) My spidey sense is tingling Angelcakes. It is time for me to go. I've left a gin and tonic for you. When I arrive where I'm going, I shall drink to your good health. Just know that when it is time for us to meet again Angelwings, we'll both know it. Cue Curtain. One last job. A favor for a friend. I snuffed out one more light in this world. Perhaps he shall find peace. Lord knows they need some better singers up there. |
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| Thursday, May 13th, 2004 |
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| Tuesday, May 11th, 2004 |
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It is a really strange thing, much like the clocks that are running backward in the lunch room. Honest to goodness loves, I am not entirely sure I am thinking straight. I mean, why would they refuse to call me back? It was the white suit right? It has to be. They must realize that by not calling me back it is a violation of their contracts? And, well, with the mood my little rosebud has been in of late, let us just say it would not be a good thing. //firewall engaged against all those in W&H// There are things I am remembering. Little events over the past few weeks are making me remember the times I heard some new people sing. A different sort used to come to me. Desperate to make a difference. Willing to make a sacrifice to make a difference. The scent of desperation is gone. It's been replaced with something pungent. The same songs are being sung, but the pictures for some are changing. And for others they shall always remain the same. //end firewall// |
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| Thursday, May 6th, 2004 |
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You are about at the end of your tether little one. You have no right to tell me how I should feel about the creature from the blue lagoon who stole our Fred. You have never known her warmth. And to see it perverted into something that is nothing? It destroys you. When that song fell from her lips and seeing what was coming? Nothing is worth that. Therefore I offer you this tiny piece of advice. Unless you have walked a day in my life, and with my choices..you can not criticize the way I feel. Danny boy? I'm working from home...things are making me ill. |
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| Tuesday, May 4th, 2004 |
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Everyone is a critic. No love. No kisses. Just remember kiddies, glass houses really hurt when they come crashing down. This ain't a fairy tale. And none of us are going to be prince charming. We have a war to fight and there is no time for puss'n'booting around things. Here let me remind you again. Apocalypse. Doom. End of the world. Are we clear now my little mouseketeers? We are not here to protect a shell. We are here to protect all of you. But in all honesty brown betty, there is not a lot about your type that is inspiring me. |
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| Friday, April 30th, 2004 |
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My delightful dinner with Morrikins was ever so rudely interrupted by the ever brooding, ever persistent boss man. You want me to do what? Really? Oh gee. That sounds swell boss. There is nothing more I would like to do then tail the little blue bird of destruction for a night. And then to find out the little smurf has a temporal kill-on for me, does not make go weee with the happy. But we are going to hire a new PR rep for the Wolfman & Heart. I honestly can not stomach the concept of having to put a happy spin on the coming apocalypse. //engage firewall goodness against all in W&H// He's gone too far kiddies. The day we stop saving? Well, let's just say I am not going to be a happy little aura man. //end firewall// Angelpuff. We really should do something about Wes. The boy is going to slip over the edge into a very slimy blue lagoon. |
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LiveJournal for Krevlorneswath of the Deathwok Clan.
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