The Lord's Necronomicon

q_slash@hotmail.com — Wed, 26 Oct 2005 18:19:21 GMT

YAY! A holiday!

q_slash@hotmail.com — Wed, 20 Apr 2005 20:29:13 GMT

Happy 4:20!

It's been a long few months.

q_slash@hotmail.com — Sat, 16 Apr 2005 22:56:48 GMT

Followers have come and gone. A ruckus between the then new girl Payne, and MaryJane developed, carrying itself all through Necropolis. How tiresome.

In the end, everyone got out with there skins on.

Payne then left, and I sent Melissa to go search for her. last I heared, they''re on there way back.

...I still miss Sistersara.

Nummy

q_slash@hotmail.com — Mon, 15 Nov 2004 19:35:08 GMT

Yes. Sushi for lunch, compleate with eel, and chocolate mousse dessert. Sometimes I wonder why I don't gain weight. Then I shoot up a tubeful of morphine, giggle, and forget what I was thinking about in the first place, of course. Heh.

My mind has been going in overdrive, and I still remember old situations. Some of which I miss. neh- can't change anything.

I need to have a lunch meeting with Sistersara. There's something I wish to discuss with her.

Maryjane recruited. How quaint. He's living with a little halloween-haircoloured boy. Again.

Melissa has adopted the last name of "From", an adaption of "Fromme", that being Lenette 'Squeaky' Fromme's name. Squeaky being Charles Manson's liutenant and argueably his most devoted (and insane) follower.

Melissa also has a habit of comming and going as she pleases, no one really knowing where she came from and is going to. Hense "From".

I find it ludicresly clever; She's always been an intelligent girl.

Another recruit?

q_slash@hotmail.com — Tue, 09 Nov 2004 18:36:44 GMT

I'm being stalked, and they apparently have discovered Small fragment remembered.

"It"

q_slash@hotmail.com — Tue, 02 Nov 2004 17:15:14 GMT

It's under my fucking skin, swimming around in my constricted, drying out viens. It makes me hard and confused.

It's the first thing on my mind when I wake, and it infects my dreams. It's a drug..a sickness, forever whetting my appetite. I starve for it, crave it.

God Damnit.

q_slash@hotmail.com — Tue, 02 Nov 2004 00:23:29 GMT

Once again, Mel found herself inside the walls of Necropolis, and
still once again, she felt the shadow of NecroRaver looming over her,
warmly.
"Hello once again, M'lady." He greeted softly, moving to face her.
[x] ruin by far [x] "You'll do no such thing! I don't need you fools!" says:
She gave a grin, one that showed more disdain than laughter. However,
a small amount of surprise stirred in her ashen eyes, like an ember
still simmered," So it would seem fate has crossed our paths once
more..." For once she wasn't repairing her body; her work was
finished for the day and she sat, looking as content as she could ever
look, with a few wounds still seeping the black liquid of
[x] ruin by far [x] "You'll do no such thing! I don't need you fools!" says:
her body.
Q says:
"It seems so." He agreed, this time not choosing to take her hand and
kiss it in greeting. "But perhapse..you never left at all. Now
wouldn't that be something? Is there anything I can do for you?"
[x] ruin by far [x] "You'll do no such thing! I don't need you fools!" says:
She grinned a bit at the first question; now wouldn't that be
interesting. But she had tenants to take care of, if you could call it
that. Besides, it didn't matter where she was; if nothing existed, it
matted not where it was. She shook her head though,"No, there is
nothing you could do to for."
Q says:
He let a grin quirk on his lips, head leaning back slowly so he looked
down at the girl. "Are you certan of that?" The man asked. He then
flicked his wrist quickly, producing a rather large, and sturdy
autopsy shewing needle.
[x] ruin by far [x] "You'll do no such thing! I don't need you fools!" says:
She gave a curious look, eyes asking not only what he plans to do with
that, but daring him to do so.
Q says:
"I can provide a whole set. a whole surgical kit, really. At your
disposle..to use when you see fit." He moved to place the needle in
her palm, delecately.
[x] ruin by far [x] "You'll do no such thing! I don't need you fools!" says:
She grinned, though it wasn't appreciative. She crushed her hadn into
a fist, the needle sliding deep into her hand,"Thank you for the
offer, but I don't need any surgical kits. I enjoy my methods now.
Besides, in the end, it doesn't matter what I use. Whatever gets the
job done." She opened her palm back up, taking the needle out and set
it back in his hand, bloodied to a deep black.
[x] ruin by far [x] "You'll do no such thing! I don't need you fools!" says:
(Oh, incase I didn't tell you, my main characters have black blood.
It's what ties them all together; it's no different than red blood
other than somethign other than iron carries oxygen in their blood.
Q says:
(ok)
Q says:
He took the needle back, tlting his head slightly at the black blood.
NecroRaver produced a small baggie and bagged the pin, shoving it back
in his pocket soon after. "Then may I escort you deeper into my world,
at least?"
[x] ruin by far [x] "You'll do no such thing! I don't need you fools!" says:
(What's he gonna do with that pin? O.o)
She hesitated and nodded, jumping from her perch.
Q says:
NecroRaver offered his hand to excort her. His missmatched eyes looked
her up and down subtley. He could feel it- someone was near and
interested. But Necro paid that fact no mind as he took Mel deeper
into the streets. "You're without a family." He noted carefully, eyes
casting down to look at the girl.
[x] ruin by far [x] "You'll do no such thing! I don't need you fools!" says:
She looked in the opposite direction, "Yeah, and good riddance to 'em."
Q says:
"Family is a basic human need. The feeling- the need to protect...the
want of being protected. Everybody needs it." He speaks easily,
soothingly, their steps moving with his recited point like
punctuation. "Though we hate to admit it. But a family isn't a family
until it...provides. I provide here."
[x] ruin by far [x] "You'll do no such thing! I don't need you fools!" says:
She continued to look to her right, away from Necroraver, though it
didn't seem in disdain. She listened as she watched the surroundings
change,"I provide for my tenants when they need me. Otherwise, I don't
need anyone else. Who needs somethign that doesn't exist?"
Q says:
"many." The man answered, letting his palm cup hers. "Man needs
devinity, man needs love, man needs life after death ...who's to say
they exist?"
[x] ruin by far [x] "You'll do no such thing! I don't need you fools!" says:
She turned back, a grin on her face, as if she had just caught him in
a trap,"I believe your morals have a few... holes in them. Because I
don't need anyone. It's as plainly as that. People may need me, but I
could do well without them. In fact, I would probably do much better
with out them."
Q says:
"Don't you need the man who made the scissors you cut yourself with?"
He countered. "DOn't you need the man who made the machine which makes
the thred that sews you up? Don't you need the butcher who makes meat
available for yourcharges?"
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad
didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
She continued to grin,"Without my blades, I still have this," she
countered as she held up her fingernails,"Without my stitches I would
simply bleed. And I got without eating for long times if that's what
you mean. I don't need food or water."
Q says:
"But your charges do." He pressed the point.
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad
didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
(Charges = Tenants?)
Q says:
(yes.)
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad
didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
(Ahhh)
"Phht. I don't feed them. They are incharge of their own food and
money. I simply loan them the roof over my head. I had never opened
the offer till one of them came and asked, and I could not turn her
down. She held far too much knowledge, experiences that interested me.
Now we don't speak. The rest simply came, and I allowed it. I have
hardly seen half fo the people who live in my buildin
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad
didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
g"
Q says:
NecroRaver nodded. "Well, seems you're on top of your little world."
He noted, voice a bit condensending.
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad
didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
She looked back out,"If I held their hand the rest of their life,
they'll never learn to walk on their own. Besides, who am I to help
people, when I can't help myself?" She said this much softly, as if
her voice were walking on broken glass. THere was a tenderness
somewhere, caught and tossed betweens her words, beaten as it had been
through her intire life.
Q says:
"But it must be exausting." NecroRaver baited. "Being the strong one
all the time. Everyone ..whether they need it or not...wants to rest
against someone else..be cottled and pampered....be the domenant one
just having the subservents rub them to climax...just for a moment."
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad
didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
The cold, jagged edge returned to her voice,"Those who rest upon me
are usually immediatly pushed away."
Q says:
"So you- rest upon someone." He countered.
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad
didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
"I stand by myself. I need no one to help me do so."
Q says:
He paused, hand holding hers a bit tighter as Necro brought her to a stop.
"Then you're truely amazing." He responded, turning to face Mel. He
took a few steps forward, closing the ap beween he and the scarred
girl. With a hand, NecroRaver brushed back some of her hair. "But all
your toughness never gives time for the tender indulgences..." Necro
then moved to push Mel against a wall, hands (more
Q says:
moving under her underarms to lift her a few feet into the air. He
moved to her her knees over his boney shoulders, a hand moving to pin
her two hands to the wall. "I won't hurt you." The sociopathic druggy
assured her, running his free hand up a scarred and mutalated thigh.
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
Her eyes widened, her body immediatly thrust into a panic. A cool sweat pushed through her tattered flesh, muscles all tensing as her pulse jumped to her throat. She was frozen still for a single moment.
Q says:
Necro arched a brow. "I said.....I won't hurt you." He repeated. "You understand?"
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
She had heard him, but now her eyes glared at him, screaming with a burn flaming 'Touch me in the way I think I will, I will HAVE your head'.
Q says:
Necro saw that threaening stare, and it caused him to grin devilishly, lowering his head towards that area, eyes on hers. He chuckled, shrugging her off unceimoniously.
"Oh...I see now."
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
(Shrugging her off = Setting her down?)
Q says:
(yes)
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
Her body still seemed on edge as he set her down, a cat with her fur bristled. She just watched him, carefully, as if waiting for him to do soemthign more.
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
(He was gonna screw Mel =X)
Q says:
(Orraly, anyways.)
"So, daddy fucked his daughter." His eyes narrowed, studying her. "And so you cut away the lecherous parts. I see." Again he chuckled, this time it was much more barbed. "Most of my world is a product of 'bad parenting'. You're not alone. And you are not a unique little snowflake. Your pain-" He points his cane towards Mel, before pointing it towards the horizon of Necropolis.
Q says:
(more)
Q says:
"Is there pain. You're nothing we havn't seen, touched, tasted or _fucked_ before."
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
She grinned, though it was bitter and angry,"But you haven't done half those things to me, which still leaves me as different. I am not a part of your group, of yoru city. I do not belong to you. Don't try to lessen, or worsen, my pain by comparing me to them."\
Q says:
"All I'm saying..." He grins, pulling his cane to his side and slamming the butt down onto the concrete with a crack. "Is that I've seen this show hundreds of times...and it keeps getting funnier, each and every single time I see it."
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
"Wonderful. Continue laughing," she said, the strain audible as she tried not to spit the words out.
Q says:
"So then..this all begs the question of why did you come back here?"
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
She gave a soft grin, a lighter one,"What makes you think I haven't seen someone like you before, and it makes me laugh just as much?"
Q says:
"I won't deny that there are many like me. Frauds and forgeries. Hillarity ensues. Charles Manson comes to mind.
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
She gave out a small laugh and then grinned.
Q says:
Necro just smirks. "So, truely..what do you _really_ want?"
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
She continued to grin,"There's nothing I -want-."
Q says:
"Alright..what do you need?"
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
"Nothing I need either."
Q says:
"Then why bother living?" He finally concluded.
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
"Who says I'm living in the first place?
Q says:
"Pardon me, existing."
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
"Again, Who says I'm existing in the first place?"
Debating with a nihilist was rather tricky at times.
Q says:
...He blinked, then out and out laughed. Gotta love Nhilists!
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
She simply grinned, though the laughter had dimmed, as one would after a joke became too old.
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
(Does the Q live?)
Q says:
(Yes...but I don't know whato t have him say now o.O)
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
She took a few steps, her shoulders leaning backwards a bit, as if to crack her back, though not enough to do so. She almost looked defiant,"If you have nothing more to say..."
Q says:
"I suppose not. It seems I cannot do anything for you. A shame."
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
"Don't act like it's a downer. No one can."
Q says:
Still- if you need a shelter....Necropolis is an open door
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
"I'll always have my home. No one will remove me from it." Nothing in her voice allowed him the knowledge to knowt hat she has accepted or denied the offer.
Q says:
"If it...indeed exists at all." He smirked, knowingly.
[x] We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. [x] says:
She turned her head to look back at him, a grin on her face.
Q says:
He chuckled, turning away to let her go.

Halloween

q_slash@hotmail.com — Mon, 01 Nov 2004 17:11:04 GMT

Well, we here in Necropolis had the annual Halloween/Hallow's Eve/Day of the Dead/what-have-you celebration. It was nice.

MaryJane arrived ...Dressed as your truely, he got beaten sevearly by the crowd. After a bit of their justice, I dispersed them and sent Janie to Necropolis' official Psychiatrist:Psychoprattle.

Psychoprattle is a very good listener and confedant.

'Prat had informed me that MaryJane has a deathwish. He's greiving for lost love and is in pain. He wishes to end it, but is too cowardly to do it himself. It is his hope that someone here will do it for him.

Heh.

So the boy craves death, and I wouldn't be myself if I let him go without punishment for leaving in the first place...

I do believe denying death to one who wants it most is a fitting torture.

In other news- I found a gypsy. I promised him eyes with which to see once again...but what should I request for payment?

What, indeed?

Changes...

q_slash@hotmail.com — Thu, 28 Oct 2004 20:19:57 GMT

AnarchicQ: The door to Azzy's shop opens, only to close soon after. In not much of a show, Necro approches her desk. "I'm here to collect."
NecroraverFan: *slips out of the back of her shop shoving dark goggles to the top of her head* collect?
AnarchicQ: "Yes." He cants his head slightly. "All the currency you posess. You're now required to give it to me."
NecroraverFan: *Raises a brow* ...what for?
AnarchicQ: A slight smirk slips over his fangs, the tips glinting in the lighting of the shop.

"For this." He drops a small leather money sack on her desk. "There's been some changes. Namely- ..The first Bank of Necropolis. Along with Necropolis specific currency...Chiron and Styx. Dollers and coins. However- you're required to buy you Chiron. Just how you'd exchange any sort of money. The exchange rate is quite fare, I assure you.
NecroraverFan: If you plan on jipping me boss man...id be rather angry*rubbing her hands on her work apron*
AnarchicQ: "Yes." he replied flatly. "I invested in a bank just to fuck _you_ over. I assure you, it's legal, and outstretches compleately through Necropolis."
NecroraverFan: *shakes her head a little bit, presses a button. The registry pops up out of the top of the desk, she reaches over....slams her fist ontop of it an the cash tray pops open, seems rather deep an full of money* there you go
AnarchicQ: "Ahh" He makes a pleased sound, smiling as he fills a larger sack with the currency, quickly and quietly counting it in his head.
"A nice crop indeed." NecroRaver nodded smoothly, reaching into a pouched belt and offering a nice wad of crimson, black, and grey bills.
"twenties, fifties, and hundreds. I prefer them to be coins, but one can't snort with coins." He grinned, dropping the clipped bills on her desk.

Chiron and Styx- dollars and cents.

Necropolis-centric currency. No outside currency will be accepted.

Autumn Cleaning.

q_slash@hotmail.com — Thu, 07 Oct 2004 15:49:13 GMT

I had a select few people slain. Oh, it was no big deal, they were but clutter. I was inspired to do this when I realized that my circle of confidantes was really more like a cut and freyed rope, dangleing uselessly in a breeze. I wanted the tight knit feeling once again, and so, I tired up the loose ends.

I've also heared tell of an intriguing incubus that I, in my bordom, must track down.

Someone new has entered my midst. A man by the name of Arsenic. He seems to have some sort of juvanile, boyhood crush on me. It's 'cute', in a way, and I don't deny he's interesting. A new pet to mold, maybe.

It has been quiet around here for the most part, save for a visitation by shadesovgrey.

Actually, I reneg on that. I opened the church door to have MaryJane fall into my arms, strung out and listless. My golden boy is back, and I am pleased. And should he leave me again, he will regreat it sevearly. No, if only I can somehow re-obtain my lovely Panacea...

I do believe I shall look for Somnia.

I'm pondering again...

q_slash@hotmail.com — Thu, 30 Sep 2004 16:01:36 GMT

If love is the supression of ones own ego for the other's, then how does anything get done?

Person A wants this, but person B wants that, but neither go for it because of ego surpression. And if people are truely in love, then by the ego-logic, there should be no selfishness and no give-and-take.

If Person A always allows things person B's way then how can A possible be happy? That much sacrifice is bound to get to a person.

Thus, love is stupid.

Earn your Red Wings..

q_slash@hotmail.com — Mon, 20 Sep 2004 05:11:04 GMT

Crap.

Things are slowly seeping into my thin frame.

Stupid, fucking hypochrite, NecroRaver!

Happy Birthday to Me!

q_slash@hotmail.com — Tue, 14 Sep 2004 01:17:20 GMT

It was my birthday on the 6th. I'm just comin' down now.
Hee!

So Depraved...

q_slash@hotmail.com — Sun, 22 Aug 2004 20:46:04 GMT

sister_sara and I share A Religous Experiance

It has been a while...

q_slash@hotmail.com — Fri, 20 Aug 2004 02:20:39 GMT

It has been six hours since SK replied to Q's journal. This fact serve as a timeframe.

In Necropolis- it is now 7:12pm Thurdsay night.

Come Saturday night for certain, I am free until well into Sunday.

Something's been...maranateing in my imagination and it won't leave me be.

Come to me and my church this weekend, Sara.

I need to see you again.

...Please...

Thanks to a fellow fan

q_slash@hotmail.com — Sun, 08 Aug 2004 01:08:53 GMT

A kiss

I would have paid to see that.

Fuck I am bored....

q_slash@hotmail.com — Tue, 06 Jul 2004 01:24:29 GMT

What is your name?:	NecroRaver
Are you named after anyone?:	No
What's your screename?:	NecroRaver
Would you name a child of yours after you?:	After my birth name, sure.
If you were born a member of the opposite sex what would your name be?:	NecroRaver is quite the unisex name, really.
If you could switch names with a friend who would it be?:	Luzifer. His name is Luzifer for Christ's Sake!
Are there any mispronounciations/typos that ppl do w/ your name constantly?:	People tend not to capitalize the second "R", or hiphenate/Space it.
Would you drop your last name if you became famous?:	I have.
Basics
Your gender::	Male.
Straight/Gay/Bi::	Bi-sexual.
Single?:	That's debatable. It's a very open relationship.
If not, do you want to be?:	see above.
Birthdate::	September 6th
Your age::	30 something.
Age you act::	childish, and eternal all in one glorious moment.
Age you wish you were::	I liked my 20's.
Your height::	5'9"
Eye color::	Left one black, right one red.
Happy with it?:	Extreamly.
Hair color::	Black.
Happy with it?:	Yes.
Lefty/righty/ambidextrous::	Righ handed.
Your living arrangement::	Expansive.
Your family::	None, really.
Have any pets?:	Hundreds. Heh.
Whats your job?:	Drugdealer, rapest, murderder, God, King.
Piercings?:	No.
Tattoos?:	No.
Obsessions?:	Plenty. Sex,drugs, music, POWER, money, posession, land....
Addictions?:	Latin.
Do you speak another language?:
Have a favorite quote?:
Do you have a webpage?:	Yes. http://morbidbeauty.tripod.com/anorexicmalealteregos/necro.html
Deep Thoughts About Life and You in it
Do you live in the moment?:	Oh fuck yes.
Do you consider yourself tolerant of others?:	To a point.
Do you have any secrets?:	Everybody does.
Do you hate yourself?:	I actually am quite self-satisfied.
Do you like your handwriting?:	Yes.
Do you have any bad habits?:	Drugs. I'm known to bite my nails.
What is the compliment you get from most people?:	Striking gaze, sexy body. Fuck if I know why.
If a movie was made about your life, what would it be called?:	NecroPolis?
What's your biggest fear?:	I don't fear.
Can you sing?:	Sort of. I'm a baritone.
Do you ever pretend to be someone else just to look cool?:	No.
Are you a loner?:	I share my position with no one, yet dozens follow me...put that how you will.
What are your #1 priorities in life?:	Me.
If you were another person, would you be friends with you?:	Probably not.
Are you a daredevil?:	Yes.
Is there anything you fear or hate about yourself?:	No.
Are you passive or agressive?:	Agressive.
Do you have a journal?:	http://deadjournal.com/~Necroraver
What is your greatest strength and weakness?:	I'm charasmatic, but Flesh is weak.
If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?:	I'd like to have a better ass.
Do you think you are emotionally strong?:	Yes. Very.
Is there anything you regret doing/not doing in life?:	I can think of just one thing, but we can't go back and change it, now can we?
Do you think life has been good so far?:	Extreamly.
What is the most important lesson you've learned from life?:	Life is a gift in which we're ment to indulge. Else, why would we- be it by God or nature- be given such wonderful senses, conciousness, and pleasures of the world?
What do you like the most about your body?:	My eyes, teeth, and left arm.
And least?:	mm...Ass.
Do you think you are good looking?:	I don't think I'm anything special.
Are you confident?:	Very.
What is the fictional character you are most like?:	God.
Are you perceived wrongly?:	Sometimes.
Do You...
Smoke?:	Sometimes
Do drugs?:	Yes.
Read the newspaper?:	Sometimes
Pray?:	Not often.
Go to church?:	I live in a church.
Talk to strangers who IM you?:	Sometimes.
Sleep with stuffed animals?:	Heh. No.
Take walks in the rain?:	If the mood presents itself.
Talk to people even though you hate them?:	Yes. If they're benificial to me, I'll speak to them.
Drive?:	Yes.
Like to drive fast?:	Yes.
Would or Have You Ever?
Liked your voice?:	Yes.
Hurt yourself?:	I'm a tweaker.
Been out of the country?:	Yes
Eaten something that made other people sick?:	Human excrement
Been in love?:	Self-love is a gift.
Done drugs?:	...Must we revisit this?
Gone skinny dipping?:	Yes.
Had a medical emergency?:	I've been shot, OD'ed, stabbed...
Had surgery?:	Yes. Amputation, actually. I also had a heart surgery, and other things...
Ran away from home?:	In a manner of speaking.
Played strip poker?:	Yes.
Gotten beaten up?:	Yes.
Beaten someone up?:	Many times. I may seem small, but I am far from weak.
Been picked on?:	Yes.
Been on stage?:	Many times.
Slept outdoors?:	Yes.
Thought about suicide?:	Again, who hasn't?
Pulled an all nighter?:	Often.
If yes, what is your record?:	Just under a week.
Gone one day without food?:	Yes.
Talked on the phone all night?:	No. Why bother?
Slept together with the opposite sex w/o actually having sex?:	Yes. I think. Once. Maybe?
Slept all day?:	More then 24 hours, yes.
Killed someone?:	Plenty of times.
Made out with a stranger?:	Weekly.
Had sex with a stranger?:	Daily.
Thought you're going crazy?:	Hourly.
Kissed the same sex?:	Weekly.
Done anything sexual with the same sex?:	Daily.
Been betrayed?:	Yes, They don't live long enough to regret it.
Had a dream that came true?:	Yes.
Broken the law?:	Hourly. Heh.
Met a famous person?:	Yes.
Have you ever killed an animal by accident?:	Yes. It made a good dinner, though.
On purpose?:	Yes. I hate rabbits.
Told a secret you swore you wouldn't tell?:	Yes.
Stolen anything?:	Often.
Been on radio/tv?:	The news.
Been in a mosh-pit?:	Daily.
Had a nervous breakdown?:	Yes. Twice. I got over it.
Bungee jumped?:	No.
Had a dream that kept coming back?:	Maybe.
Beliefs
Belive in life on other planets?:	Yes. I've seen proof.
Miracles?:	No.
Astrology?:	Yes.
Magic?:	Yes.
God?:	....um....Yes. For without 'good' there cannot be 'evil'
Satan?:	Yes.
Santa?:	No.
Ghosts?:	Yes.
Luck?:	Undecided.
Love at first sight?:	No.
Yin and yang (that good cant exist w/o bad)?:	I just said that.
Witches?:	Yes.
Easter bunny?:	No.
Believe its possible to remain faithful forever?:	It's possible. Just stupid, self depricating, and I could never do it.
Believe theres a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow?:	No.
Do you wish on stars?:	Sometimes.
Deep Theological Questions
Do you believe in the traditional view of Heaven and Hell?:	No.
Do you think God has a gender?:	No.
Do you believe in organized religion?:	I am my own religion. Yes, I'm actually a Satanist.
Where do you think we go when we die?:	I don't know.
Friends
Do you have any gay/lesbian friends?:	Many.
Who is your best friend?:	Me. Me aside? Jinx.
Who's the one person that knows most about you?:	Jinx.
What's the best advice that anyone has ever given to you?:	I forget.
Your favourite inside joke?:	I'm upside down...
Thing you're picked on most about?:	Ras can pick just about anything, stupid Rat.
Who's your longest known friend?:	Sara,Puzzle, Meg, Jinx....
Newest?:	Hope.
Shyest?:	Inhibitions are a lost treasure in Necropolis..so...I'll say Hope.
Funniest?:	Some of Q's friends are damn funny.
Sweetest?:	Somnia.
Closest?:	Sara.
Weirdest?:	Sara. Puzzle.
Smartest?:	Puzzle.
Ditziest?:	I hate that word.
Friends you miss being close to the most?:	...I miss Sara.
Last person you talked to online?:	Rantin
Who do you talk to most online?:	Sara.
Who are you on the phone with most?:	ffft.
Who do you trust most?:	Sara, Puzzle, Somina, Jinx.
Who listens to your problems?:	Puzzle, Sara...
Who do you fight most with?:	Ras.
Who's the nicest?:	Somnia.
Who's the most outgoing?:	Jinx.
Who's the best singer?:	No idea...
Who's on your shit-list?:	I killed them all. It's a short list.
Have you ever thought of having sex with a friend?:	I've done it.
Who's your second family?:	My friends. How roundabout. And I fuck my friends. Incest!
Do you always feel understood?:	No.
Who's the loudest friend?:	I don't know.
Do you trust others easily?:	No.
Who's house were you last at?:	Mine.
Name one person who's arms you feel safe in::	Sara.
Do your friends know you?:	...How teenager-ish. Yes. To a point, they know me.
Friend that lives farthest away::	Sara.
Love and All That
Do you consider love a mistake?:	Yes.
What do you find romantic?:	Death.
Turn-on?:	Too many to list here.
Turn-off?:	Slutty, peroxide blonde trailer trash cheerleaders.
First kiss?:	I.....don't remember.
If someone u had no interest in had interest in dating u how would u feel?:	I'd get all I could from the whore. I'm selfish.
Do you prefer knowing someone before dating them or going:	Either.
Have u ever wished it was more socially acceptable 4 a girl 2 ask a guy out:	No.
Have you ever been romantically attracted to someone physically unattractiv:	No.
Do you think the opposite sex finds you good looking?:	It's all personal taste.
What is best about the opposite sex?:	Twat.
What is the worst thing about the opposite sex?:	Nothing.
What's the last present someone gave you?:	I forget.
Are you in love?:	No.
Do you consider your significant other hot?:	Yes.
Who Was the Last Person...
That haunted you?:	uhhm...Rain.
You wanted to kill?:	Serena's lover.
That you laughed at?:	I forget.
That laughed at you?:	Probably Ras.
That turned you on?:	Ras. Heh. No, seriously? Jinx.
You went shopping with?:	Funny.
That broke your heart?:	No one.
To disappoint you?:	Serena.
To ask you out?:	Sara.
To make you cry?:	No one.
To brighten up your day?:	Somnia
That you thought about?:	Sara.
You saw a movie with?:	No one.
You talked to on the phone?:	I don't know.
You talked to through IM/ICQ?:	Rantin.
You saw?:	Hope.
You lost?:	...what?
Right This Moment...
Are you going out?:	Sort of.
Will it be with your significant other?:	No.
Or some random person?:	Alone.
What are you wearing right now?:	Leather.
Body part you're touching right now::	Heh heh heh...
What are you worried about right now?:	Nothing.
What book are you reading?:	A Brave New World.
What's on your mousepad?:	The mouse.
Use 5 words to describe how you're feeling::	Tired, curious, hungery, sober, calm.
Are you bored?:	No.
Are you tired?:	Yes.
Are you talking to anyone online?:	No.
Are you talking to anyone on the phone?:	No.
Are you lonely or content?:	Content.
Are you listening to music?:	Type O Negative - Die with me.

Really Long Survey (over 200) brought to you by BZOINK!

If I were...

q_slash@hotmail.com — Tue, 13 Apr 2004 20:10:26 GMT

1. If I were a month, I'd be: September
2. If I were a day of the week, I'd be: Friday
3. If I were a time of day, I'd be: midnight
4. If I were a planet, I'd be: Mars. War.
5. If I were a sea animal, I'd be: Eel
6. If I were a direction, I'd be: West
7. If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be: Table
8. If I were a sin, I'd be: Lust or Greed
9. If I were a historical figure, I'd be: Jack the ripper!
10. If I were a liquid, I'd be: Jizz
11. If I were a tree, I'd be: A hanging tree
12. If I were a bird, I'd be: Vulture
13. If I were a flower, I'd be: thorny..or a weed
14. If I were a kind of weather, I'd be: Downpour
15. If I were a mythical creature, I'd be: Vampire I suppose. Or an Incubus
16. If I were a musical instrument, I'd be: Microphone.
17. If I were an animal, I'd be: I re-itterate. Vulture
18. If I were a color, I'd be: Black. Oh, so black.
19. If I were an emotion, I'd be: Hate.
20. If I were a vegetable, I'd be: rotten and poison. Or, a pickle.
21. If I were a sound, I'd be: microphone feedback.
22. If I were an element, I'd be: Wind.
23. If I were a car, I'd be: Something with power.
24. If I were a song, I'd be: Loverman
25. If I were a movie, I'd be: Violent and NC 17 rated.
26. If I were a food, I'd be: Poison. or Flesh
27. If I were a place, I'd be: six feet under
28. If I were a material, I'd be: Leather
29. If I were a taste, I'd be: bitter
30. If I were a scent, I'd be: acrid
31. If I were a religion, I'd be: Satanism
32. If I were a word, I'd be: Cockfucker
33. If I were an object, I'd be: a cane. or a gun
34. If I were a body part, I'd be: A ribcage
35. If I were a facial expression, I'd be: an evil, vial smirk.
36. If I were a part of a house, I'd be: The entry door
37. If I were a subject in school, I'd be: Sex ed
38. If I were a cartoon character, I'd be: Mr. Burns
39. If I were a shape, I'd be: flat
40. If I were a number, I'd be: 6

Meloncholey and the Infanite Sadess...

q_slash@hotmail.com — Tue, 30 Mar 2004 04:50:52 GMT

I met a young lady today, and became highly intrigued. She was covvered in scars and cuts and injuries all self infliced. Ever her brests were missing, severed off. She was a living Ed Gein victem.

Very nice.

She was lonesome and sullen, and so I pulled my knight in midnight armor tactic...
blind collision: Mel: *stitching up a few knew cuts she's put in her arm, her body covered in red, swollen cuts*
AnarchicQ: *and side hops off of whatever he was perched on and heads out..with his mental state right now...self inflicted wounds arn't a good thing to look at...they bring about ideas...*
AnarchicQ: Q:sorry he's being such a party pooper
blind collision: Awww, poor Mel was shot down.
Mel: *sneers* No one could ever love me anyways. Why you even TRIED was beyond my comprehension.
=/
AnarchicQ: Q:Oh, I've plenty who'd find you neat...
blind collision: Mel: *Snorts as she knots the string and severs it with her teeth, sewing up another*
AnarchicQ: *Q pokes around her own brain*...
AnarchicQ: so- what's her story?
blind collision: Mel?
blind collision: Hmm...
blind collision: Since she was 6, she had been abused by her father in more ways that one, and her mother was a nervous, frightened wreck. When she was 16, she took a butcher knife and cut off large amounts of her body (like areas around her legs and such), trying to "carve herself a perfect body". She lost so much blood that she fell into a coma. Her parents, who weren't the greatest in the first place, abandoned her then. She then went through life with an attitude that no one wanted her and no one ever would. So she mutilates herself in hopes that maybe she can make her body better, or atleast cheer herself up. She's never experienced happiness before.
AnarchicQ: oh...cool...o.o
AnarchicQ: *And Mel would feel a hand to her shoulder, boney, but caressing softly*
blind collision: Yup. She means alot to me, because she actually did something that I've concidered doing to myself.
Mel: *winced a bit at the touch, as there were numerous scratches there from her own fingernails*
AnarchicQ: *and a hollow whistle, like one from a giant tube spun around and lets out a 'fwee' beckons her to turn*
blind collision: Mel: *And she did, looking up with deadpan eyes the color of ash.*
AnarchicQ: *And she'd find a figure looking down at her, thin, lanky..no..emaciated. Black hair, shining like an oilslick veiling on either side of sunken cheeks. Silver fangs glint as he gives a polite smile. Stepping back, the man in black, tattered leathers places a pencil thin arm to his chest and bends in a gesture of chivalery* M'lady.
blind collision: *Simply stared at him. She hadn't shunned him, which was a good sign. She then turned a bit to pull up her knees, looking at him a little more. Did curiosity surface in those pools of ash?*
AnarchicQ: *A metal hand, the joints serrated, moved to take her scarred, mutalated hand in its pal, and dry, lustless lips moved to kiss a knuckle, before the man relented her hand and rose, missmatching eyes- one red, bloodshot and rimmed, the other young, sulty and black, regarded here* I am The necroRaver.
blind collision: *She stared into those eyes, as if jumping into them to find her way. She then looked down, from his neck to his shoulder to his arm to his hand that was holding hers. She stared at his touch, something she didn't push away, even though there was a small pain. She redirected her gaze to his face* I'm mellon cholle. Or just Mel for short.
AnarchicQ: Q:...ohh o.o...Dude! DUDE!! Um...Korngirl(?) just introduced Side to Devi...coincidence..isn't Mel a fur?

*the thin man let a warm smile seep onto his lips* A very nice name. *his oil-on-water voice slid over her just like that- Oil on water*
blind collision: Ashlie. Yes she is, but I can humanize, and do, all my characters.
blind collision: And it's because I asked her if you sent her Side's journal and she said yes and so I knew you meant for her to read about him being lonely, so I sent the atributes that he likes, and she's like "O.O That's Devi."
AnarchicQ: (ohh..cool o.o)
blind collision: Sorry to bust your bubble o.o)0
blind collision: *She nodded a thanks; she wasn't very expressive. Her eyes stayed locked on him, as if on gaurd.* Your's is nice as well...
AnarchicQ: *Again, that polite, almost fatherly smile* Thank you. You look......lonely..
blind collision: *She snorted before looking down. She was, yes.* I've been lonely my entire life. I've always looked like that, and I always -will-.
AnarchicQ: How sad...a beautiful girl like you should have dozens of friends and suitors.... *A sly sidelgance* of lovers..admirers...but the world is a backwards place
blind collision: Mel: *Stares at him before she looks down, ears tucked against her head sadly. She seemed even further depressed by this. She then slowly stood up and said softly* I should be going... Maybe fate will cross our paths once more...

So wrong...but funny.

q_slash@hotmail.com — Thu, 26 Feb 2004 17:55:14 GMT

It's quiet

q_slash@hotmail.com — Fri, 20 Feb 2004 17:38:16 GMT

jinx_heron has been here for about a month, without leaving. Kept me wonderfully occupide. Now she's gone back to..wherever she goes to be alone.

And now I am bored. Everyone is off in their little private or busness lives and pay no more mind to myself. This interlocking web that used to tie us all together is dissolving.

MaryJane is off living life. Rain is gods know where, Sara's working like a sonofabitch, and other contacts have just been severed.

Yet I've still my empire, and it serves me well. I'm far from bored with the throngs of mindless addicts, but I do miss he more deep, conecting air of both business and pleasure alike.

uh...huh....

q_slash@hotmail.com — Tue, 06 Jan 2004 06:32:11 GMT

1) Spell out your name using bands:
N - Nick Cave & the Bad seeds
E - Evanesance.
C - Creed
R - Ramones
O - Orgy
R - R....um...Rage against the Machine.
A - After Forever
V - Voltair
E - Everlast
R - ..shit...OH! RAFFI!

2) Have you ever had a song written about you?
Yes

3) What song makes you cry?
Funny.

4) What song makes you happy?
Nick Cave - Hallelujah

5) What do you like to listen to before bed?
Whatever.

6) Has been replaced with trained Monkeys
I trained them myself. There's blood all over my deisle now.

7) Who was/were your idols when you were younger?
Jack the ripper. Dahmer. Ed Gein.

8) First album you ever bought?
Nick Cave - Let love in

falls over laughing

q_slash@hotmail.com — Mon, 10 Nov 2003 07:52:53 GMT

I fuckin' love Mister Burns!!
Smithers: Maybe you'd like a suck from your Ether mask.

Mr Burns grabs the mask and sucks in. He becomes baked. "ohh..that's good E..."

Mr Burns: or should I call you....Anita Bong-Hit?

Fuck! There need to be more fictional characters like him.

I miss Myself.

q_slash@hotmail.com — Wed, 15 Oct 2003 06:30:09 GMT

Where am I? Where have I been?

In truth, There's a lot of upheival around me, and I do not care for it.

I remember the good ol' hearless days. I miss them, in a way.

Maybe i'm just getting old.

Maybe I can send fuckers some Anthrax through the mail. That'd be hillarious!

New layout

q_slash@hotmail.com — Tue, 23 Sep 2003 04:19:40 GMT

I AM TEH |-|A><0RZ!

.....now I must slit my stomach open and allow my end trails to spew out for typing that....

But LOOK! Necronomicon! Meeeheheheee!