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August 14th, 2004

(no subject) [Aug. 14th, 2004|12:00 am]
mordicai caeli
everytime i hear the lord's prayer i think of it being said over a battle-field. & i think. "on earth as it is in heaven, eh? fierce weapons forever & ever amen? well, maybe these little catholics have the right idea after all!" war unending, respendent as the peacock angel himself, a'ight? amen, & pass the ammunition. what fun what fun in the jihad!
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there is a wait so long. [Aug. 14th, 2004|12:04 am]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |so long so long.]

jasper tolenfield, of late a great soldier in the american civil war; once, a great hero of the trojan war. because jasper was agamemnon. not like cao- cao was isis reincarnated. no, jasper was the same agamemnon who had, you know, fucked around greece. now he was old. he was in the twilight of his years, which, given his ridiculously long life-span, was likely to go on for decades & decades. he'd been miserable, for years. mostly he watched cao & her coloured boyfriend have sex in the apartment across the courtyard & yearned for an erection. then some joker named bob dole told jasper about some weirdly shaped hard-on pills. since then his quality of life has gone up dramatically. no more self-pity! mister tolenfield has got some serious game. there are all kinds of foxy ladies in the city willing to be charmed. & in the couple of millienia jasper's been knocking the boots, he's learned an excess of charm.

jasper tolenfield is a dharma villian.
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(no subject) [Aug. 14th, 2004|12:11 am]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |rat-a-tat-tat.]

fallon's from a family, a big family. one of those families of sickening wealth & prestiege. in this case, coming with a case of decedance that would make the kennedies blush, including jack, mid pork on marilyn. fallon, though, misses out big-time on that whole rich-kid pervert thing. she was still-born, but kept growing. creepy, right? well, thats what they keep telling her. it didn't stop her from turning out to be the porche of ladies. or jag, or whatever brand of car is hip these days. like the rest of the dharma villians, fallon is pretty much immortal, thought she is younger than a lot of them- most of her troubled teens took place in the 18-somethings. fallon is the spooky bitch who drops her jack-the-ripper-black-bag on the table when she walks into a room. never quite sure if its for autopsy or torture. pretty much, its all the same to her. fallon cares about results. & no matter how many times you tell her, how often you warn her? fallon cares about the spider in the middle of her web.

fallon is a dharma villian.
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(no subject) [Aug. 14th, 2004|12:17 am]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |dun dun dun!]

they say a lot of fucking things about cao ngyun. they say she's isis, & i guess she is. they says she's an arch-fucking-gangster, & i guess she is. but you know, for a poor vietnamese imigrant chick, any leg up is a decent one. & cao, like a snake, has swallowed everything she's sunk her teeth into. for all intents & purposes, baltimore is hers. not like, she's the princess of that city, or any faerie bullshit. its hers. the gangs swear allegiance to her, the cops accept any bribe (no matter how paltry) from her, the politicians invite her to her parties. cao's so famous, she doesn't even have to wear clothes anymore. she just parades around in her birthday suit, or in stockings & garters or their equivilent. she's one of the right hand agents of the mahdi, & truth be told, she's a little bit in love with him. which is why she might shoot him in the head one day.

cao is a dharma villian.
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(no subject) [Aug. 14th, 2004|12:28 am]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |cheers.]
[Current Music |crown me king- the sunken pool]

every so often jenny asks me about my face. it doesn't hurt. or at least, hardly ever. i think when the weather changes. i can still feel the diffrence. she asked if a day goes by without me thinking about it. like, a single day. uh, pretty much no. a couple of times each day i get to thinking about it. sometimes about the scar at the end of my eyelid, sometimes the scar inside my lip, & sometimes about the weird tension on the inside of my cheeck. but really? the thoughts are momentary. the face isn't mine, sure. but its great! its the cyborg part of me. i mean. i spend a lot of time romancing my skull. wishing i could unearth it on a dig. & the more time passes, the more the bones knit to the titanium. how fucking cool.

as of sunday, i've lived here one year.

the next niagra falls girlfriend song is "anne of green gables"
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