Hey everybody. Dy here again. Lia's been... well frankly she's been depressed ever since June passed away and she doesn't feel like writing here so she asked me to do so.
We've been laying super low for a while. Like a hipster's v-neck. Since there's three of us now we decided it'd be best to just chillax and not start any shit. Which hasn't been hard. We haven't run into any problems. No one's tried to tackle us. We had a few sightings of him but I'm guessing he's trying to keep the fear in us.
And so I decided to write this post and then I found this fucking shit and well neither of us wrote it. Sounds like some sort of play on Little Red Riding hood or some shit. Probably the same person who's posted those coded messages on ours and Mistletoe's blog.
It's annoying but not hazardous. Sort of like getting gum stuck in your hair.
Anyways. Just thought I should keep you guys up to date and let you know we didn't write that last post if it wasn't already obvious as fuck.
None of you die alright? Or I'll kick your ass.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Thursday, December 22, 2011
hmmm it has been a while hasn't it?
the flower has been very sad in the present
and the flower in the past has been lost
as any who lose their darlings
and their way
as have I
as she carries me
so lets have a story huh?
There was a time long, long ago when a young girl was lost in the forest. She had wandered too far from her home and her village and the darling young one had become hopelessly lost in the constant and repetative lines of trees.
This forest was particularly notorious for people becoming lost in it. Unless you left markers or could recognize the faded trails about, it was very likely you would become disoriented there as the trees seemed to grow in straight lines. Perfectly spaced from one another like some sort of orchard.
So this girl, lost among the endless pines, began to cry and call out. First for her mother and father, then for her siblings, and then for anyone, anyone at all who was about who could help her. The girl wailed and called wandering around scared and hopeless of ever finding her way out. Vertigo-ed and dizzy she sat down and silently wept against one of the trees.
Finally, a crunching of leaves was heard as someone stepped along the autumn fallen to her. The young girl looked up ecstatic that there was someone here to help, instead she found herself staring at a large black wolf with golden eyes.
The girl trembled and squealed terrified of this wolf that it would eat her and she shielded herself and fell over upon her stomach in the soft plush of the leaves and soon she felt a tugging at the back of her coat and she cried and screamed as she was lifted up and dragged.
The whole time she cried and covered her eyes as the wolf carried her along. The tips of her boots gently scraping a crossed the ground as it trudged along forest. It's footsteps getting quieter and quieter among the leaves, till finally it set her down on the ground and after a short while of nothing happening, the girl uncovered her eyes and looked around.
Just a few meters in front of her was the village and next to her sat the wolf with golden eyes. She looked at it surprised and stood up. She reached over to the wolf and gently felt its soft, thick pelt. It seemed to regard her for a moment before it stood up. Upon closer inspection it was obvious the wolf was quite old. Some of it's fur had turned white with age.
It turned around and quickly trotted off into the forest and the girl heard the calling of her mother before being scooped up into her arms and coddled as she scolded her for being gone and praised her for being home and safe.
After that day no one in the village reported seeing an old black wolf with yellow eyes, though a few had been caught in the forest. None had the same amber irises as the one the girl had seen. Despite that it had vanished the girl always regarded the wolf as her hero for it's strange and sudden kindness.
The End.
the flower has been very sad in the present
and the flower in the past has been lost
as any who lose their darlings
and their way
as have I
as she carries me
so lets have a story huh?
There was a time long, long ago when a young girl was lost in the forest. She had wandered too far from her home and her village and the darling young one had become hopelessly lost in the constant and repetative lines of trees.
This forest was particularly notorious for people becoming lost in it. Unless you left markers or could recognize the faded trails about, it was very likely you would become disoriented there as the trees seemed to grow in straight lines. Perfectly spaced from one another like some sort of orchard.
So this girl, lost among the endless pines, began to cry and call out. First for her mother and father, then for her siblings, and then for anyone, anyone at all who was about who could help her. The girl wailed and called wandering around scared and hopeless of ever finding her way out. Vertigo-ed and dizzy she sat down and silently wept against one of the trees.
Finally, a crunching of leaves was heard as someone stepped along the autumn fallen to her. The young girl looked up ecstatic that there was someone here to help, instead she found herself staring at a large black wolf with golden eyes.
The girl trembled and squealed terrified of this wolf that it would eat her and she shielded herself and fell over upon her stomach in the soft plush of the leaves and soon she felt a tugging at the back of her coat and she cried and screamed as she was lifted up and dragged.
The whole time she cried and covered her eyes as the wolf carried her along. The tips of her boots gently scraping a crossed the ground as it trudged along forest. It's footsteps getting quieter and quieter among the leaves, till finally it set her down on the ground and after a short while of nothing happening, the girl uncovered her eyes and looked around.
Just a few meters in front of her was the village and next to her sat the wolf with golden eyes. She looked at it surprised and stood up. She reached over to the wolf and gently felt its soft, thick pelt. It seemed to regard her for a moment before it stood up. Upon closer inspection it was obvious the wolf was quite old. Some of it's fur had turned white with age.
It turned around and quickly trotted off into the forest and the girl heard the calling of her mother before being scooped up into her arms and coddled as she scolded her for being gone and praised her for being home and safe.
After that day no one in the village reported seeing an old black wolf with yellow eyes, though a few had been caught in the forest. None had the same amber irises as the one the girl had seen. Despite that it had vanished the girl always regarded the wolf as her hero for it's strange and sudden kindness.
The End.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
I Guess It's Over Huh?
He's gone. He's gone and I'm not sure what to say other than
I wish we had, had more time together. I wish I could have only made him happier. Because that's all I've ever wanted for any of us. Just to be happy.
And I guess he was.
June Reynolds was probably the bravest person I'll ever know. I loved him more than I think any human being I've met before.
I can't say I'm not angry but I'm only sad. I only feel an emptiness where he was. This hollowness in me like a vacuum.
I wish I could just chuckle at his jokes and be done with it and move on but I can't. I can't I can't
All I think about is his stupid bangs always getting in his eyes and that stupid goofy grin on his face and his awkward flailing whenever he got embarrassed and how I won't have that anymore.
I don't care how selfish I sound but I want that back
I want my June back.
but that won't happen.
I wish we had, had more time together. I wish I could have only made him happier. Because that's all I've ever wanted for any of us. Just to be happy.
And I guess he was.
June Reynolds was probably the bravest person I'll ever know. I loved him more than I think any human being I've met before.
I can't say I'm not angry but I'm only sad. I only feel an emptiness where he was. This hollowness in me like a vacuum.
I wish I could just chuckle at his jokes and be done with it and move on but I can't. I can't I can't
All I think about is his stupid bangs always getting in his eyes and that stupid goofy grin on his face and his awkward flailing whenever he got embarrassed and how I won't have that anymore.
I don't care how selfish I sound but I want that back
I want my June back.
but that won't happen.
Friday, November 25, 2011
Breakdowns
First off. I hope everyone had a decent Thanksgiving for all those who actually celebrate it. After reading through the blogs again its obvious that didn't fucking happen. Sorry everyone. That sucks. We had an okay one. Ate pizza and watched holiday specials mostly.
Secondly Greg aka Glyphosate aka Lia's dad been doing alright. He does now regularly go back and forth between himself and what that tall freak turned him into. Its pretty easy to predict when it happens and he seems mostly harmless when it happens but we're prepared for it in case he tries anything so don't fret your already frazzled fucking heads.
Thirdly, well shit. Lia's pretty broken up. Trying to be optimistic that it's like some comic book death and he'll just come back but... I honestly don't know. She really loved him y'know? She talked bout him a lot. Talked about how much she missed seeing him. Always about how much she wish she could help him more. Poor fuckin kids the both of em. Neither of them deserved any of this bullshit. None of us did but especially not those two. Right now, all I can do is be there for her. Greg's also been really supportive. He's been awesome actually, which is great.
We're gonna go out and eat now. So I hope everyone stays safe and shit. I know you could all certainly use the break that Nick guy sort of gave us. (Thanks for that by the way) Hopefully Greg'll be thinking better.
Take care of yourselves, everyone.
Keep it together.
Secondly Greg aka Glyphosate aka Lia's dad been doing alright. He does now regularly go back and forth between himself and what that tall freak turned him into. Its pretty easy to predict when it happens and he seems mostly harmless when it happens but we're prepared for it in case he tries anything so don't fret your already frazzled fucking heads.
Thirdly, well shit. Lia's pretty broken up. Trying to be optimistic that it's like some comic book death and he'll just come back but... I honestly don't know. She really loved him y'know? She talked bout him a lot. Talked about how much she missed seeing him. Always about how much she wish she could help him more. Poor fuckin kids the both of em. Neither of them deserved any of this bullshit. None of us did but especially not those two. Right now, all I can do is be there for her. Greg's also been really supportive. He's been awesome actually, which is great.
We're gonna go out and eat now. So I hope everyone stays safe and shit. I know you could all certainly use the break that Nick guy sort of gave us. (Thanks for that by the way) Hopefully Greg'll be thinking better.
Take care of yourselves, everyone.
Keep it together.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
The Obtainable Companion
I'm not sure what happened. Something snapped or something. Something clicked into place...
My father's here with us. He just showed up yesterday.
He said he was sorry for everything. That he didn't want to hurt us anymore.
That he just wanted to make sure I was okay and that he wanted to be here for me.
I'm so happy. Its hard to describe it.
Eating waffle with my father and Dy. Talking about how stupid deer are in the Spring. How we miss the mountains and the fresh air.
Its wonderful. So wonderful.
I know that this is going to be hard. Occationally he seems to slip back into the state he was before.
I always knew if he did come back that it wouldn't just magically be fast or easy.
It takes time to heal. I takes time to forget. It comes in pieces and sometimes those pieces aren't what you need.
Sometimes you slip but that doesn't mean you won't pick yourself up.
You will. You always do. You pick yourself up and you move along and eventually you come out of the darkness.
Eventually everything's okay. Not the same, but okay.
I'm just happy to have my dad back. :3
Stay safe everyone.
My father's here with us. He just showed up yesterday.
He said he was sorry for everything. That he didn't want to hurt us anymore.
That he just wanted to make sure I was okay and that he wanted to be here for me.
I'm so happy. Its hard to describe it.
Eating waffle with my father and Dy. Talking about how stupid deer are in the Spring. How we miss the mountains and the fresh air.
Its wonderful. So wonderful.
I know that this is going to be hard. Occationally he seems to slip back into the state he was before.
I always knew if he did come back that it wouldn't just magically be fast or easy.
It takes time to heal. I takes time to forget. It comes in pieces and sometimes those pieces aren't what you need.
Sometimes you slip but that doesn't mean you won't pick yourself up.
You will. You always do. You pick yourself up and you move along and eventually you come out of the darkness.
Eventually everything's okay. Not the same, but okay.
I'm just happy to have my dad back. :3
Stay safe everyone.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Hogoodness Updates/Adventures in Hyloland
Terribly sorry for not updating! Things have been rather boring but there are some developments on the front with my father.
It is a slow and arduous process trying to get him to come back over. To see through all the years of his mind being twisted around. We're doing it though. I can tell.
Occasionally he'll slip back in but I'm patient. He'll eventually come back over and I just know it. He even left me a gift.
It's a small pocket watch. Etched with a flower design on the back made out of circles that are all the same size looping into each other. It's beautiful and very handy.
Anyways...
Since I'm not sure what else to post about I'll just tell a story huh? You guys need some cheering up so you know what? Enjoy.
This is the story of the first time I ever got drunk.
Okay so basically I was 21 for the first time in... ever. So I thought "Man, I'm all alone on my birthday. Might as well try out this alcohol thing."
So I go to a bar. I do 21 shots of ... god knows what and drink I don't eve know how much liquor and beer and end up stumbling back to my hotel room after taking some people from the bar with me.
Well some how we got into a pillow fight. While being nearly black out drunk Don't ask me how we foudn the coordination to do this but we did. One guy was huge he was a biker. I don't know why he was there but he was...
Well he takes his pillow and takes a swwing at me. And I was like 'Shit, I don't want to be knocked out' so I let if phase through me. Well everyone finds this extremely amusing and they have me perform tricks while doing this.
Stuff like walking through walls and then eventually destroying the t.v. by phasing into it and then unphasing. It was awesome.
So then finally everyone ends up leaving and I practically pass out and because of my lack of control I almost pass out by a wall but instead phaze into it and get stuck. So there I am. Staring awkwardly drunk beyond relief at a pair of strangers I don't even know, stuck magically in a wall.
So they end up having to actually call the fire department and they have to cut me out with a chainsaw and I end up falling asleep with a piece of plaster stuck around my chest in the police station.
In the morning I had to pay damages, apologize to those people, and having to make up a bunch of excuses as to what happened. but hey we ended up having breakfast together and you know what?
We got along well.
...And that's what happened last time I got drunk.
It was actually okay despite all that happened. I ended up discovering belgium waffles that morning with those people.
So you know what? Shit happens and life will get better. People will come around. Fate will do a pirouette and hand you a plate of waffles.
All of you take care alright?
Stay safe. Keep it together.
It is a slow and arduous process trying to get him to come back over. To see through all the years of his mind being twisted around. We're doing it though. I can tell.
Occasionally he'll slip back in but I'm patient. He'll eventually come back over and I just know it. He even left me a gift.
It's a small pocket watch. Etched with a flower design on the back made out of circles that are all the same size looping into each other. It's beautiful and very handy.
Anyways...
Since I'm not sure what else to post about I'll just tell a story huh? You guys need some cheering up so you know what? Enjoy.
This is the story of the first time I ever got drunk.
Okay so basically I was 21 for the first time in... ever. So I thought "Man, I'm all alone on my birthday. Might as well try out this alcohol thing."
So I go to a bar. I do 21 shots of ... god knows what and drink I don't eve know how much liquor and beer and end up stumbling back to my hotel room after taking some people from the bar with me.
Well some how we got into a pillow fight. While being nearly black out drunk Don't ask me how we foudn the coordination to do this but we did. One guy was huge he was a biker. I don't know why he was there but he was...
Well he takes his pillow and takes a swwing at me. And I was like 'Shit, I don't want to be knocked out' so I let if phase through me. Well everyone finds this extremely amusing and they have me perform tricks while doing this.
Stuff like walking through walls and then eventually destroying the t.v. by phasing into it and then unphasing. It was awesome.
So then finally everyone ends up leaving and I practically pass out and because of my lack of control I almost pass out by a wall but instead phaze into it and get stuck. So there I am. Staring awkwardly drunk beyond relief at a pair of strangers I don't even know, stuck magically in a wall.
So they end up having to actually call the fire department and they have to cut me out with a chainsaw and I end up falling asleep with a piece of plaster stuck around my chest in the police station.
In the morning I had to pay damages, apologize to those people, and having to make up a bunch of excuses as to what happened. but hey we ended up having breakfast together and you know what?
We got along well.
...And that's what happened last time I got drunk.
It was actually okay despite all that happened. I ended up discovering belgium waffles that morning with those people.
So you know what? Shit happens and life will get better. People will come around. Fate will do a pirouette and hand you a plate of waffles.
All of you take care alright?
Stay safe. Keep it together.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Good News/Strange Posts
So Konaa left as you could probably tell from his blog and has been creeped on by some....
Lets use the word 'lady' for this.
I'm sorry I can't be there for you right now, June. I wish I could help some way but... I'm just too far away.
On a better note my dad's been acting more normal when I speak to him.
He e-mails me a lot but I usually don't often answer him but his messages have been far more... coherent as of late and when I do answer him he seems to be less "We're going to be a family again/I'm only doing this to love you" and more "I'm sorry about things/I hope you are doing well".
I think its a good turn around. :3
Other than that I found a post on here that was unpublished. However, the date on it was for 10/23/05. Aka Six years ago from this date.
Along with it was this picture and message:
The ripened stars fall, like fruit upon the boughs.
Weird huh? Well apparently another blog got a strange message similar to the one we got last time, base 64 and vigenere cipher included.
We're talking to Mistletoe about it... seeing how things are.
Anyways, you all keep safe mkay?
Eat plenty of waffles!
Lets use the word 'lady' for this.
I'm sorry I can't be there for you right now, June. I wish I could help some way but... I'm just too far away.
On a better note my dad's been acting more normal when I speak to him.
He e-mails me a lot but I usually don't often answer him but his messages have been far more... coherent as of late and when I do answer him he seems to be less "We're going to be a family again/I'm only doing this to love you" and more "I'm sorry about things/I hope you are doing well".
I think its a good turn around. :3
Other than that I found a post on here that was unpublished. However, the date on it was for 10/23/05. Aka Six years ago from this date.
Along with it was this picture and message:
Weird huh? Well apparently another blog got a strange message similar to the one we got last time, base 64 and vigenere cipher included.
We're talking to Mistletoe about it... seeing how things are.
Anyways, you all keep safe mkay?
Eat plenty of waffles!
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