Death Does Not Become Me....

I've felt every minute of the last few days. Normally time would fly by (was I really having fun?) but it's in slow motion now. I can't remember the last time I ate anything. Can the human body survive off cigarettes and coffee? I've this horrid taste in my mouth from these cigarettes. Cigarettes back in Sea-at-tel were much stronger, but also had more chemicals in them; maybe that's what made them more addicting. I've had a few encounters with a gentleman named Imri. He keeps finding me at my usual spot at the cafe in Paris and striking up conversations about things I'm not ready to talk about. He's managed to seduce me into saying more than I should, especially since I've vowed not to trust anyone. In passing, he mentioned my friend Jorge from Sea-at-tel, and after much confusion, he admitted he played the Cards in reference to me and my situation. He has the Sight as well, and foretold some information that I can't quite take to heart.

There's no angels here; just a sun to light the way, to places where my friends turn to strangers. On a long, long empty road: I got lost ~~~~~~ I've been betrayed by all that I know here. Those that once claimed to be my friend backstabbed me and tried to butter up their words with inane lies. You can't lie to someone who's an expert in lies. I know, I see right through weak, unprotected words. This place is like a badly-cast soap opera set in medieval times. If I wanted to live in a soap opera, I would have moved to California. All was perfectly well until the lies started flying off tongues. Just thinking about his lies in reference to her lies and how they collaborated to lie makes me seethe! What a joke this place is. I trust no one. I'm going back home. Somehow.

Dear Jorge, I know you're never receive this letter considering I'm hundreds of years ahead of you in the past. Perhaps if I leave it in the general area of our old stomping grounds you will find it. It feels like an eternity since I've been home. You will never believe what has happened since I saw you last. I'm back in that place I told you I came from! I know you didn't believe me when I told you about it, but I'm really here. There's magic, and a scary cyclops, Jesus freaks, and these crazy indian people who eat babies...I don't know how I got here. After I got that piercing headache by the Plaid Pantry, I woke up in this glass box thing, and you'll never guess who was there. My ex! I remembered what you said about guys like that, that I shouldn't associate with them and I could do better, so I fought him off best I could. Turns out, he didn't like that much and kept me captive in his basement for weeks. I guess he felt sorry for me