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  • While you were asleep

    After the con is before the con. And I'm having a bad feeling about this. But first things first. When [[:neil-munroe | Neil]] returned from his trip, wherever he has been, the trouble in the Nest started. The war between The First Nations and the …

  • Prolog: the price is paid a plan is made

    I'm back at home. Neil hugged me, because I was still mourning for Anna Lisa. And I was sad, that again to achieve something I had to pay a price and others had maybe to pay an even bigger price. It's not that I can't stand death. I have seen many …

  • Shit goes down

    Guess where I am. My clothings were prepared, a white blouse, gray skirt short enough to leave my knees open but not so short to be really sexy, black stockings and shoes and a jacket fitting to the skirt. It took some seconds before I realized that …

  • Bouncing Betty

    The morning started with a blur, only thing to mention is that I found myself in a "interesting":http://images.halloweencostumes.com/Panda-Pajama-zoom.jpg nighty and left Analisa a message: "Sorry, Analisa, that I'm so messed up. They really fuck me hard. …

  • Me Flapper

    !(media-item-align-right){height:450px}http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/assets/176586/IMG_20130103_133916.jpg(Img 20130103 133916)!Yay, I got down to [[Edith's Vintage Clothing]] to get me a dress to make contact with our mark [[:malcolm-sanders | Malcolm …

  • Hello sailor!

    All did go well so far. I managed to take [[:malcolm-sanders | Malcolm Sanders]] to the illegal bookie's. While I did hang around at the bar with his Korean Bodyguard, looking cool and trying to hide my datajack. On the ride to the bookie's I pfetended to …

  • Good night conscience

    I am not happy writing this. I'm totally not happy at all with all this con. Well, okay, he won't die, but he will be ruined. We had a very nice time eating in the Portuguese restaurant, where I tried to score with ordering in the native language. But I …

  • Intermezzo on ice, stirred

    It was a short and cold welcome. The whole building was massive, in a posh district just north of Boston in the BosWash sprawl. Four stories high, each story of grandeur four meters with a drive in like on a big hotel from the nineteenth century and …

  • From Rich to Rag

    I know this: never drink a drink that you haven't mixed yourself. I know that. But Lisa does not. That's the reason this big white fluffy teddy bear is coming after me and it has a boner. And not Lisa has to deal with that, but me. I try to get …

  • Tennis-balls are little beasts

    Breakfast. It's nearly 12 o'clock now and I'm feeling a lot better. The colors are still massive but most of the halos are gone. Some are still there but I can handle that. Okay, I was running downstairs and slid barefoot to my chair. Analisa was still …

  • The ride of the valkyries

    At 13 o'clock Analisa joined me at the dinner table. Nobody else was taking part. She was looking nearly as wrecked as me, even if she had just one third of my dose of acid or whatever that was. This would have been the way I liked to see. But truth …

  • Pass it on

    I woke up on my timer just in time to make me ready for family supper, which was no much different than the last one. Analisa seemed to be foreseeing to our evening, but during supper the family hierarchy was strictly top-down from her mother. Mister …

  • Rationally fucked

    Today I was put into the IT department. Finally something I actually _can_ do. But Lisa - not so. "Keep your eyes open and check out how the work is done." Exactly this I have done. This whole company is more or less fucking with itself. Like a huge …

  • The Ministry of Truth

    I have seen this picture of a centipede eating a frog alive. I had a dream about that and when I woke up, I screamed, because I thought it was somewhere on me and eating. But I just discovered a new "nighty":http://img3.etsystatic.com/000/0/6803874/ …

  • Quitting the scene

    I'm sitting in an AmTrak train and I should be happy, but I'm not. I'm crying like a teenage girl. How could I not have seen this coming? Why? Everything should have been perfect. It was _not_ the Johnson. I got my money. It was _not_ the job. I did it …

  • Dark Dreams

    I had a talk with Neil tonight. About these dreams that haunt me since a few days and that don't go away. This man on a motorbike driving over the bridge, which is colorful like a rainbow and gold and silver is falling from the bridge into the nothingness …

  • Meow Meow

    To serve the art, I'm practicing a lot at night. No, I'm not talking about the fiddle, I'm talking about the real artist I am. One of my shadier contacts informed me about a big stash of medicines and drugs and I asked if it's worth it and he said: …

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