Harlequin Checkerboard Snakeskin

The Joker from Batman R.I.P. is one of the creepiest you'll ever see. that's why he's one of my very favorites. <3

I love the images that Grant Morrison and Tony S. Daniel portray in Batman R.I.P. One comes to realize that Batman is just as crazy and broken has his nemesis. Not to mention the  awesome dialog they give joker. Some of my favorite Joker quotes come from this comic:

When shown an inkblot test, Joker sees himself slaughtering his enemies with a razor. Blood is everywhere. Gotham's gone mad with Joker toxin... the doctor asks him what he sees: "another pretty flower... another pretty flower."

When told that Batman is on his way to see him, Joker replies: "he's not here yet, is he? i don't want him to be here yet. my nails are still drying." He holds up his hands. He's painted them in alternating red and black. In this book, red is a symbol for life and black for death.

Batman finally confronts the Joker and he says:"... you got yourself into this whole horrible mess because you wanted to understand what it was like to be me *haha*. you think it all breaks down into symbolism and structures and hints and clues. no, batman, that's just wikipedia. you actually believed all it would take is a few chemicals a couple of days in a drug induced isolation and a cheap little mental breakdown and you'd have me all figured out? like there was some rabbit hole you could follow me down to understanding? *HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!* welcome to where your soul dies!" Batman attacks him: "i.... i only want to help you understand... see, it's everything... *ghakk*... mom, dad, the job... oh batman, batman... let go... it's si simple... life... death... it's all a big joke. a dead man's hand and I hold the winning card! you really want to know how it feels to be the clown at midnight? where there's only ever one joke and it's always on you? well, here you are. now do you get it?"

Talking about batman: "every single time I try to think outside his toybox, he builds a new box around me. apophenia. I've been driven literally in.sane. trying to get him to loosen up. well, now... now it's your turn..."

Desperation:

                     to need to the point of hallucination; to want beyond the farthest reaches of human possibility; to hunger for something more; foolishness; hopelessness; starting to get careless; violently convulsing; on the floor; withdraws; too many deposits; bankrupt heart; slowing; slowing; deoxygenized lungs; can't breathe; can't breathe; my violet-ice bloodstream; nicotine; nicotine; no use; tears too dry to count.

Feb. 25 2011 (Pie.)

I have very strong feelings about pie.I hate pie. No- I LOATHE it. CRUST is NASTY. It just tastes like soggy crackers (I hate crackers, too.) In general, I don't like bready things at all. Yes, crackers and pie crust count as bread. The only bread I really like in the european stuff, or the kind with all the special healthy junk my mom buys (but that's too expensive so it doesn't really count.) Anyways, pie crust is nasty. I'd be fine with pie if it didn't have crust. But then it wouldn't be pie, I guess... it'd just be filling... but it's not filling unless it's inside crust... so I guess it'd just be sugary mush-stuff. Which I'm okay with as long as it's not paired with CRUST. Of course, graham cracker crust is okay- like on cheesecake and things (but that's not pie anyways...)- and oreo crust is great with chocolate pie :) But, overall, if I have to eat fruity sugary mush-stuff, I'd take cobbler over pie any day. Or cake. cake is amazing. <3

Feb. 23 2011

The world is hushed in the throws of love and cotton. Ringing ears and heads mean nothing when the mind goes deaf. The essence of silence rolls in as a choking sweetness. Takes the breath. The skin goes numb. The bandages unravel and the wound is revealed in the earth shaking sobs of a woman coming undone in her lover's arms.

I feel like an idiot...

Today, as i'm sure someof you have noticed, I attract alot of attention. My hair is not only green but is sticking straight up in a 6inch tall mohawk. I get some looks. and i get some comments... like this guy in the hallway that made me feel like an idiot.
He was a freshman (I could tell because he was half my size, had no facial hair and his voice was still a little squeaky) he said:"What's up, MAN?" His girl friends watching gasped in shock and awe. OMG (they were thinking) He's talkin' to that trans freak! I couldn't help but let a huge grin spread across my face. You could literally see all of my teeth. I kept walking... turned around (still walking - now backwards) and yelled "THANK YOU!"

What?
What did I say?
Why did I say "thank you" to "what's up, man?"
>.> umm... I feel like an idiot.
now this freshman thinks I'm completely incompetent...
and I probably spelled that wrong XP
anyways..

I said "Thank You" because that boy has no IDEA what the word "man" means to me. Even if it was just an accident or an insult or a conversation starter... IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME <3

Head Talk

Gas station. Perfect. How long's it been since it was in workin' order? Let's see... bombs hit in '58... I've seen at least 17 winters... Hell, 's been nearly 2 decades! Good thing petroleum don't go bad.
Sh*t! What-if the tank's done pumped dry?! Damn outsiders... hoarders, fear mongers, filthy rats hole'n up in their filthy shacks...
car needs gas... car needs gas...
Why'd I have to end up with this hunk'a metal? Junk. That's what it is... and it sucks up the fuel like nobody's business...
Damn car. Damn gas...

F**K! Damn thing's bone dry! Bastards! No good bastards! What the HELL am I supposed to do with this pile of scrap metal with 'n empty tank?!

...this sh*thole got any liquor...

Feb. 16 2011

Softly. Softly.
Quietly. Quietly.
Secretly.
Silently.
Hush.

(hush.)

Time like sweet honey
dripping from the mouth of a sweet stranger
as if you don't have a care in the world.

Butterfly kisses.
Rasberry-bloodstain lipstick.
10 talons.
Thousands of tiny little razors...