Boiko: Blah Blah Blah
Aug 13th, 2010 8:59 pm

Dismiss what I have written. I am taking my little eccentric family and getting the fuck out of this hellbound city.

PS: Bioshock II is hard.

Boiko: Attempt Failed
Aug 3rd, 2010 12:02 am

Thought he had left.

Glad I was wrong.

Trigger happy.

Boiko: Of Blood and Wine
Jul 18th, 2010 9:10 pm

I love a mortal child. Is love the correct term? The word. It has many meanings. Perverse or twisted, I cannot tell what it is that I love. My love for him. This is love right? It's not in my head. He loves me, right? Right?

Are there different types of love? Is there an ultimate love? Can I say that I love her and her? A mother and a friend. I can love them. Right? Right?

And the mortal child. I can love that. That's love. Right? I would disembowel the first wicked creature that touched her with cruel intention but I have killed mothers and children of parents. I wonder if they fill similar hatred and pain. Is that love? Is that what love feels like?

And him. It is different with him. A man is not supposed to love another man. A kindred should not fall so high for another kindred. We have no need for such trivial things. A clan should not fall for a creature of another clan. It is dangerous. But beyond all odds, I would give my life for the emotional womanlike fool of a Rose. I would burn in hell ten times over to see his smiling face go unharmed. I would do anything for him. Anything. Everything. Anything. The most uncomfortable feeling to see him cry. I would dispose of everyone for him. But that is perverse. And he would not want this. Right? Is my love too extreme? Is it too much? What does this classify as? An ultimate? Or are they all on some similar level just serving as types such as genres of food. If I had known food perhaps I could compare. But I do not.

I am confused. But I'm happy with the darkness and everything else moving closer. And closer. I have felt nothing for so long. Nothing except reaction and intention. And now. Now. I have never been so happy.

Boiko: Resolution
Jul 11th, 2010 11:09 pm

Truly amazing. Just when the world is about to fall on top of you, it is when one experiences the most treasurable moments of one's life.

If death comes, let it come.

Boiko: They're Called Kindred
Jul 4th, 2010 8:02 pm

They whine and complain they do nothing to help. And then they whine and complain they could not do anything even if it were asked.

They grumble with their secrets refusing to accept assistance, damning us all.

They muse and chitter chatters pretending they are wise and full of knowledge and wit of the coming nights, yet they do nothing themselves and ultimately suffer as well. Worthless and pathetic.

They sit there. Doing nothing. Pretending nothing will come. Expecting all others to do the work.

And them, they mutter to the others, complaining about that one but what have they done? What will they do?

Surprised? You shouldn't be.

They're called Kindred. A quality they share with mortal beings. Sad isn't it?

Boiko: Die Another Day
Jun 30th, 2010 4:59 pm

Losing it. Night after night. This close. Enjoy the sensation.

Try. Can always try. In the end, it is known. And that is that. Try. I gave my word to try. But regardless, I am moving him out. Must take care of him. Must not let that fool fall.

They're already here. And they are not the only threats. Idiots.

Must pull together, do what can be done and leave. Take him away. Far away. My light. My precious light. I'm afraid the majority cannot or will not comprehend what happens when you piss off a crazy. God nor the Devil will help you when and if that time comes.

You have been warned.

Boiko: Die Die Die Die Die
Jun 25th, 2010 7:09 pm

Tongue of old

Creature old

Age of the old

Belief of the old

When Heaven and Hell collide

Boiko: CoaCoa Has Little Ones
Jun 22nd, 2010 4:31 pm

The more he cries the more I want to do it. Forced and brutal. Bad Boiko. Bad thoughts. Bad? Not really. In the end, he would probably love it.

Pretty thorn. I can only be a friend. But as a friend, let me take some of the burden. Let me do what I have always done well.

I suppose I will not go to heaven after all..


PS Journal: CoaCoa's little ones are not that little. Fun to squeeze.

Boiko: Ring Around the Rosie
Jun 19th, 2010 10:37 pm

He makes me feel better. He always does. The world can burn to ashes and he would make it better with a smile. Where would I be without him?

I had considered ways. Plots. Theories of how to kill her. To set myself free. Instead, I shed sappy blood tears for the thing I have labeled as mother. They do not understand and I know he could not for reasons I would never argue, but she understands sometimes what others fail to see. Be it age or simplicity. I wish for her to stay. I have not done my duty well. How disappointing..

And her. Will she fall with the aged brittle? Destined to her duty, serving the bodies and playing the strings of a charming hostess. How long before they rip her apart? He must understand I cannot allow this.

The tragedy? It is inevitable. Unstoppable. We can only choose and pivet but this is all.

The city will never recover. But if I have them, if I have him, him most of all, him, then I couldn't care less if this city or world fell to hell. Silly willy.

Boiko: I'm a Little Teapot
Jun 16th, 2010 7:15 am

It was certainly nice while it lasted. If I were selfish enough, I would have never left. No, no, no. It was a fairytale in the making.

But a city far away, you could not get away from that which is lurking. Coming back, it is only worst. More great than before. Greater. Greater still. Greater even.

He is not packing quick enough. I can feel my agitation. But I do not want him to give up the things he enjoys. Thngs he had before me. I will have to fix this. A stubborn man.

I could tell by the way he looked at me, the tone in his voice when he repeated aloud what she had typed to his cell phone. I do not know how else to tell him that God could not love him as much as I do. If only he knew how much..

But he knows I cannot leave her or some of them behind. This word, friends? I think I have them, I would like them to live if it can be helped.

And here we are, back. Waiting for what is already here. The shadows and the screams, fear in the hearts of monsters.

Someone. Someone say it. Say it! Oh little teapot, how ironic.