Principle

People think there's a system to how this all works. There isn't. A lot of frantic guesswork that never follows the same fucking pattern. So you find outside means and, at times, more dangerous methods to either speed up the process or get the answers you need in general. Sometimes it's pulling out a ouija board, other times it's contacting sources you really don't want to tango with. Either way the job gets done and we move on to the next bit. That is the cycle of my life and this wannabe detective work that I am always drowning in. I'd apologize for the inconsistencies in these posts but I would end up apologizing a hell of a lot more in the future, too. Frankly, I'm kind of sick of apologizing so much. I never know what these posts are meant to consist of half the time, it's just whatever comes out. I guess that's really the true purpose of a blog though, right? Sometimes it's uplifting, other times it's not. Too close to home, too dista

They come in various shapes. Tall and thin, detailed or faceless . Short and wide, seething or emotionless. They come in all kinds of colors; ones like you and me and sometimes something far from us. They look like people until you start to see there's something else underneath; human flesh is just an incubator and when it hatches it's a temporary prison. I speak of things alive and dead, of monsters both internal and externally made. Desires that run rampant or a cruelty that has sought shape. Possession, reincarnation - it matters not. I reserve the use of the term monster for very special cases. A being or even an aspect of an individual that has proven irredeemable, even if you hope for otherwise. There are many things out there. They hide in caverns or up in mountains, beneath beds and under houses, in the dark corners of the laundromats - in every place you hate. It's worse when it is in the places you love. They exist in your mind and in the stories you rea

It's a thing often easier said than done, no? I'm being funny. Spoiler: I'm not actually funny. I'm incapable of sleep tonight, it would seem. I'm having one of those reminiscing evenings. You know the ones; inescapable thoughts that crop up to bite you in the ass, the precise ones that just don't listen when you tell them to fuck off. They come in waves; at times they come in the form of dreams, loops on repeat - things I remember from when I was young, encounters I've survived and tried to have others do the same. Some things I cannot discern to be true but I suppose that's the problem with being unable to fully tell what's real. Of course the writer of this all has such classic difficulties, right? Being in this situation you get all kinds of tropes coming to the surface. Next I'll warn you about how tired I am in a voice that's displaying exhaustion (not that you can here but I'm sure have the impression of) but I'll ta

Lilith Los Angeles, California Overdosed on OxyContin (accidental) Copper red hair Daria Santa Fe, New Mexico Died from erotic asphyxiation Dark brunette hair Amanda Jacksonville, Florida Suicide by hanging Purple hair - the color of bruises (of course) Marla Phoenix, Arizona Suicide by the use of a razor to her wrists Frizzy, dirty blonde hair Demi Juneau, Alaska Drove into a ditch during a snowstorm (questionable if forced death or accidental due to slippery roads) White hair Catherine Montgomery, Alabama Starved to death Sky blue hair Jack Columbus, Ohio Suicide through drinking bleach (heavily disfigured caused massive bleeding that led to her death) Black hair Sabine Denver, Colorado Suicide through the use of a handgun Dark rot-green hair - curly like vines Samantha Houston, Texas Passenger that disappeared during a train wreck Dark blue hair - like the ocean at night Pleasance Madison, Wisconsin Homicide - culprit used

Let's begin there. The purpose of this blog is such a general thing because there's no way to narrow down just how much there is to do. Existing is not waking up in the morning and going to bed at night after doing all the basic needs in between. Now it's more intricate; there's more to do on the everyday basis if I want to keep existing. If I want to keep others existing. There's no way to say I give a shit about the lives of others without sounding arrogant at this point. I've come to resent what I type or even talking to others. I remember when things were so much simpler. People will always do things that correspond with their nature, whether they realize it or not. Even the best manipulator will have tells that expose them on a more personal level; people can't wear their masks forever, at some point they'll seek that air they so desperately need. That brief moment is all it takes to witness them , to see the movement in their bodies shift to re

I don't have time to hold hands so I'm starting off immediately with the crazy sounding bullshit. Supernatural incidents occur around the world on a daily basis. The human population has grown to such an extent that it has made it difficult for us to not notice  something . The majority of supernatural occurrences caught on film are often pranks, sure, really (creatively done) hoaxes for whatever purpose the creator desires. That should never rule out the increasing numbers of those inhuman that people catch on footage, though whether they play it off for the sake of credit or are in denial tends to vary. The reality of the situation is that there are more accounts of actual encounters with what we deem to be the supernatural than most are willing to believe - let alone acknowledge. Why do so when it's easier to laugh it off and not think about it, right? Most humans have an inability to cope with anything beyond their own control. Guess that's why some fucker