I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness - "The Owl"
So which will it be Rextaford?
The Raven? Or The Owl?
The choice is surely yours.
But if we're truly honest,
It's a Simple Question really. With an even simpler answer.
All you've gotta do is look down at your hands.
Now tell us, how haunting have those hands become?
Since you've been here that is.
Oh yes Rextaford, The Hands have it.
Division Day and the kids are all atwitter.
Somewhere in New Mexico, at or around the time of the 2000 U.S. Presidential Election:
Chlamydia test was negative. Doesn't comfort as much as I'd hoped it would.
Joy and Pain, Sunshine and Rain,
Meted out like so much petrified Christmas candy,
Commiserating over Jack and Waters, pounding stale cigarettes and
Dissecting bar-top peanuts with a brass cocktail sword from La Perdrera,
Pretending they're the tiny beige bodies of prisoners of some undeclared yet inevitable war.
Sick, Sick, Sick, So Sick It's... Sick.
She leans in, well close, breath hot with the unmistakable scent of complimentary drinks:
"Not easy to make it through a minefield carrying all the hopes of an entire Boom".
Settles back into that raggedy fucking chair, all warm and smug.
Stares up at the TV, smile wrapped around her straw.
Knows something none of the rest of us seem to.
In for the tempest though. Always has been.
A moment of science,
Then a plunge into those hazel eyes that confirms It,
Once and For All:
It's about who strikes hardest,
Not who strikes first.
"Oh yes," she says, grinning maniacally.
"The Owl and The Raven need each other more than either of them would care to let on."