indesolution

I cannot fucking believe I just took part in a zombie prison break.


Also, surprising fact: I've never read any zombie poetry. I bet it's life-changing.

He came to us
and said

you are not responsible
either for the world or for the end of the world
the burden is taken from your shoulders
you are like birds and children
play

and they play

they forget
that modern poetry
is a struggle for breath.



I'm fine without my family, without my school. Believe me, I'm more than fine. I'm better off without all of it. I never thought I'd miss anything from my world — turns out that I do. I really do.

No one ever appreciates nature until they can't touch on it anymore. Christ, I miss it. I miss rain, especially playing soccer in the rain, all of the mud and being soaked to the bone and loving every second of it. I miss thunderstorms like hell. Thunder always was my favorite. It tells of greater things to come. Now that we're getting toward the season, I miss summer. It'll never get hot enough here, and there's not even a real sun. I miss going boating on Lake Champlain and getting all tan and freckled just by being out there. I miss bugs and huge trees and, you know what? I even miss snow. Fuck me, I never thought I'd say that, but I miss snow fields like you wouldn't believe.

Forget, for a second, and oppressive government and an insulting labels for sexuality. Forget leaders who don't actually do shit. Right now, I'd just settle for being back in the real world. To climb a tree and breathe fresh air. That's all I ask.

A guy can dream.

Apparently, there's something in the water. Who knew. Personally, I don't really mind. Wasn't a huge change. But people have got a right to be pissed off. I'd tally it up to another point in the con column for Petrelli. Great job as always, Babylon. Guy can't even drink a glass of water without getting fucked over by the government. Color me impressed.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
     madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn
     looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
     connection to the starry dynamo in the macery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat
     up smoking in the supernatural darkness of
     cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities
     contemplating jazz

Look. Let's forget yesterday ever fucking happened. I'm going to, at least.

Thanks for the career advice, Petrelli. Misguided as it was, I'm acting on it. You'll thank me later.

In honor of tomorrow, I'm flipping a coin. Heads, I drop out of school once and for all. Tails, I hold out until graduation.


Ah, it landed on its side. What were the odds. I am the master of my fate.

[ Filter : Private ]
I'm so sick of this world. Revolutionize here, or revolutionize there. There is no losing. Guess I have to wait for the Captain, so I'm laying low for now. And I fucking hate laying low. This is stupid. Playing nice with everyone is bullshit. I don't ever apologize for shit if I don't mean it, but it's important if we're going to at least attempt to get back in some good graces.

I have a feeling this is just a warm up, though. There's something bigger on the horizon. A clean slate.


[ Filter : Cordelia ]
I'm just curious. Are you ever coming back?


[ Filter : Public ]
What do you know, science classes are easier when you're not hungover. A novel concept, I'd say.

Boys, let's put some bullshit behind us and bring the Dead Poets spirit to the welcome home party, alright? You can thank me later for getting us in.

I'm going to miss this project, if only for seeing everyone squirm. Thanks for being such great entertainment, Babylon.

Hey, hell-raiser. Let's go to the lame picnic together.

[ Filter : Vilma Fachiri ]
Form is emptiness, emptiness is form,
Form is not other than emptiness, emptiness is not other than form.

You were right, it is very interesting. Not my exact cup of tea, but I'm intrigued.


[ Filter : Suou Tamaki ]
I think I said something about an original sax piece to thank you? Yeah, well, I wrote it. I could come play it for you and your fiancée sometime.


[ Filter : Public ]
Christ, Knoxious and I could teach English at this sorry school. It's not such a bad idea, you know. I don't think I want to get a job. Just not used to that sort of shit, and I don't plan on getting used to it, either.

I've been researching cellphones. Fascinating stuff, really. And by fascinating I of course mean boring as shit. Also, expensive. It's just not worth it, you know?

Poetry isn't sating me today. I'm restless. Need something to do.

Last Christmas I got a funeral, split knuckles, and an expulsion.

This Christmas I got a new sax, a very intriguing phone call, good wine, and an evening of poetry.

I'd say my life is looking up.

( [ Filter : Private ] )

[ Filter : Public ]

I'm going to the ball. Watch out, ladies.

Captain, when you're free, there's a matter I'd like to discuss.

And for the record, when I'm a supervillain, I prefer rabbits.