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#dae rambles #i'm lowkey cramming but it's not as bad as last ep this time lmao

okay okay sorry for rb spam but i am v excited abt oot remake

full thoughts on direct incoming as soon as i write them all down (i am at work)

Good timezone, I am once again thinking about Gerard Way and Party Poison existing as separate entities inside a single mind-body situation.

In particular I'm thinking about G going out into the desert with Lyndsey post-Conventional Weapons, and while they're out there taking mescaline or DMT or some other psychedelic and, uh, whoops.

Rather than getting the inspiration they were hoping for, they lived a whole other life in post-apocalyptic California, side by side with people who looked identical to the people they love (but weren't the same, not at all, except for the echoes that neither time nor space could erase). And now they're in a middle aged body when they were nineteen a moment ago, half exhausted and defeated and half spitting mad and ready to fight the world.

#half losing something you were desperate to keep and half gaining something you never wanted to have #all the ephemera from the DD period coming from poison trying desperately to transcribe everything they can remember of home #before they forget what home looked like. what the sounds were. where they'd come from #bonus: in the killjoys universe kobra and poison arent biological brothers so g gets to panic over having sex dreams about m all of a sudden #dae rambles #might write a version of this? there's so many ways it could go and they're all toothsome

I think the strangest part is writing a paper about cancer while watching someone die of it.

It wasn't intentional, of course. Bad luck, bad time, bad stars. Bad choices, not that I knew it at the time.

Maybe this was meant to be a poem, but it's not. I'm too tired to find the beauty in this negative space. Another void in the fabric of reality. Another, another, another.

I'm writing a paper, and it's like watching the world through someone else's glasses. Distorted, half-real at best; funhouse mirrors reflecting radio waves until all you have is white noise.

There's nothing to do. It's already been done. Tried, true, and not enough.

I'd just like to stop hearing the death rattle in my dreams.

#dae rambles #sorry journal factory exploded #it's been a rough few years this'll be the fourth death in that time period #you can only carry so much grief