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DeVil in the Details. Purgatory...
Rowland was simply trapped in that damn room he called a mind before he opened another large refurbished church door once Nick buzzed him in and he walked up the spiral decorative wrought iron Victorian steps to His Gothic front step. Rowland half expected Him to be by the front door, now passing the modernised yet integrated kitchen and passed the Viking mass on his left in the would-be living room, with that unreadable look on His face; but he then heard music up the classic wooden railed staircase against the wall filled with tribal masks and ancient weapons all the way up to the second floor, he followed the sound of Nick playing an eerie rendition of Damon Albarn's Royal Morning blue in an arpeggio on the harpsichord. Rowland believed it to be a song that came on the radio that one time when he and Nick road around L.A. high on blinky blues and green lights as the sun went down, the tune simply stuck and sort of romantically reminded him of the ocean.It was almost like he was do
DeVil in the Details. ... Maybe...
It was the first time in years where He stood in a silent room, with only one thing in mind that which lead to so many others... One being that if he couldn't have Rowland, then he didn't want to be around him, He just for the life of him couldn't.If peace was a choice then why was it so hard to attain? You can't have one without the other and yet it didn't sound so boring when Rowland made Him think about it...Maybe if whoever told Ivan of his Fucking business would've just shut their freaking mouths, then the whole world would somehow puke world fucking peace, but no. Peace even attained was still sort of painful. He turned to look behind himself only to find that Rowland left his sunglasses at he also happened to notice the roses, the watch, the gold pendant wrapped around his wrist. Petal after petal this brought something else in mind, which involved following Rowland's trail back to Los Angeles. He didn't even know if Rowland knew He was fighting for him, or if He cared. Why H
DeVil in the Details. Chapter Twenty: Thirteen paces
{Sibalba del los Mitlan, Interrupted}¦|[Shut down, Format, Restart]|¦|***"-...Oh, Excuse me... I'm getting a report on some breaking news about a large fire within the west San Fernando valley. We'll go live to Los Angeles County, California's Hidden Hills to our correspondent on the scene, Pepper Lin. Good Morning Pepper, can you describe the scene of the fire for us please...""An early morning to you as well, Jeff but not nearly as good within all neighbourhoods as an-a large explosion occurred just minutes after a fire was just spotted by two joggers through the gated community of Hidden Hills this early morning hour, at about two in the morning. The fire department arrived just minutes after and still battling with the blaze, while residence crowd around the scene of what appears to be the Volknov mansion on fire. Police have been called to the scene to control the situation, early eyewitnesses say that no one was seen entering the house but I'm being told that an ambulance is
DeVil in the Details. Eighteen apple seeds
All Rowland could really say then was sorry, like the silly word could soak up all the bombs that pillaged the earth or all the oil spills that ever drown a penguin; that one word that, come to think of it Nick never actually said.That slither of innocence Rowland caught with his camera in Black Eyed Susan stopped him almost every time he opened the gallery door, that which he at times saw and craved despite his actions. Rowland couldn't even recall having heard it that very Tuesday, but there was something that told Rowland that He was more than he could show and more then anyone. But with all physical equations revised and for the sake of them both Rowland couldn't turn back time, he can't catch up on sleep.Cremation was a strange way for a young soul to go but what else was there to bury? Honest options but he knew there was a special place in hell for that type of untimely humor.But by the forces of non-biodegradable plastics may at least the Willow weeper grow well...All this
DeVil in the Details. Wolfie Wolfie,...
SaturdayItaly, Fara In SabinaNoonFar far away from the sillouette of castel like clusters of old cozy Florentine homes, just near the outskirts of a small little village spread far out into the quiet European countryside, three hundred square acres of talk wild grass and possible crops seemed like more than enough space to throw a party. The thought of Z and company raising hell in this tranquil slice of la vita made Rowland crack a smile for a moment before he shifted his weight on the floor and rested his gloved hands on his raised knees, so tempted to scratch his stubble. The last time he checked the time on his black plastic kiddies sports watch hidden under black nitrile gloves, the skies were still grey with five a.m. morning light. Obviously after two but just about six, sitting blankly on the checkcard floor of one of Elizabeth's chic guest bathrooms of her prestine and cozy Florentine Villa overlooking budding grape vines with far off birds chirping their early work songs.
DeVil in the Details. ... What's the Time?
There was something about the poetry of that fire that made Nick recite one of the Lord's prayers like lyrics to a song he just remembered, and yeah there were three; two were hidden and the third one would probably be lost on Him but more so the rest of the world, but he couldn't remember what the second one said though he could remember how it made him feel like a sinner. They say sacred words lose their sanctity on the lips of mere man, maybe the third is better off unknown, a Hermetic teaching that goes to show that people are more predictable then they are right sometimes.Surprised to have memorised it to the sound of church like bells somewhere in the rain, he didn't know what brought it up; apart from having read those words in a hymn book he found in the night stand draw. Bound in black leather hard back as the published property of some godforsaken church spin-off called "Good News Edition" like a reboot of a spiderman sequel tucked into a dark corner. Nick chuckled, having
DeVil in the Details. Wolfie Wolfie What's the Time??
Playing the victim role meanwhile the long term plan was to put Nick in a corner but didn't expect Him to act so quickly, as if He would make it that fucking easy. Two large steps a head of the cops and all the while he couldn't stop thinking about what Crowley had said about the old man shopping around rather than attempting to completely overthrow Him, he could think of a few things many wanted. And with all this chat about hidden artifacts hunted by unwanted figures, all he wanted to do right then was listen to a Black Radio record, knowing that all this travel might seem a tad suspicious if anyone was looking. And, jokingly he knew that he could use the excuse that he's a very busy man but, somehow he didn't think it would fucking blow over this time...But before He could find the right huise to blow to the ground, it was his turn to make dinner tonight... But, there was just, still this one thing He needed to see...{Plastic Nuclear Ono & The Dying Spanish Dagger}15:45"OH MY G
DeVil in the Details. Devour the Flower
Sunday20:02{Devoir la Fleur}They found him face down on his bed...The events of the day were a pretty good distraction, as the girls filled the house with singing and song but once they eventually got to Rowland - eyes dry and wide open with cold fingers and blue, they annoyingly warmed his dying heart as Joel and Karen turned him belly up and handed him his cotton candy flavoured coffee for his morning grumpy blue he didn't think anyone would understand. Openly admitting that he was a fashion fixer-upper determined to stay in like the house cat he was, but with eye rolls they dragged him out of bed by the arms as Joel laughed at him and into the darkness of their three rooms so that the faded NASA t-shirt he was wearing could never be seen in the light of day again - Rainbow's words as Karen laughed at him with Joel. Karen stood back and ended up wearing it ironically as they went through his clothes and turned his entire room into a closet; he honestly figured he'd put on his fu
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Yesterdays, Todays and Tomorrows
His stomach churned as the door knob turned and creaked with sinisism he thought he could feel in the air, but what he saw, who he saw once the door was open...he almost dropped the gun. And as he put his arm by his side, he was tempted to hide it. The door was open and Nick came eye to eye with Rowland as the door creaked wide over the sound of the radio;"Row...", the way he said his name was a whisper with that voice of molasses that still gave Rowland chills, but this time it was more like the chills you get when you feel or see something supernatural. He might as well have said 'no', for Rowland didn't believe it either...What does a ghost say to another ghost? The fucking thought made him feel like his life was just some fucking joke and that pissed him off, but before he could react with anger, Nick marched toward him and then did the strangest thing - he kissed him. It was full of impatient passion but all Rowland could justify was the taste of bitter-sweet cherry cola on hi
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Vivamus, moriendum est
Ever meet someone that just screams chaos, but you go for it anyways...If you answered yes, then I know you're lying. Because you never see it coming until they carve the fucking words into your forehead with a piece of your own fucking rib...****Bitter Truths " That ain't nothing but the Devil!""...Sometimes horrific events come into our lives. We get fired from our jobs. We get ill. A loved one dies one. Scrolling through the news we are overwhelmed with murder and natural disasters, as Mother Nature and our fellow humans seem to be in race to see who can kill us off first. Hate surrounds us.It is only human to look at these thinhs and wonder "why." Why do they hate us? Why do we hate them? Why does so much horror have to happen in this world?The "why" is the origin of fear. The "why" is the unkown, and people fear the unknown. This fear of the unknown, of things that lurk in the dark, that threaten our existence...It is where horror is born.Some people will look at the hor
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Chapter twentytwo: Mr.Goodbar
{Yesterdays todays and tomorrows} -Flashback- When in Rome.Nick lay face up upon it with his Clearwater eyes in sunlight as his mind was lost in the ceiling; he couldn't remember what they were talking about but he knew it was something about angels and demons, and the beginning and end of the world.he had read somewhere, that there are no archangels... But merely they are the brothers and sisters of mankind... And to this day he just can't put my finger on it... And told Rowland once he came back from the bathroom, Nick chimed in the silence with a baritone of concern. "Well...maybe, the brothers and sisters of mankind are too the archangels we know,... instead of contradicting the belief it's the chicken and the egg. Both exist as both one and separate, I mean a chicken can't come from thin air and neither can the egg, right? I mean I probably didn't first come in the same guise as the egg we've come to know, that's how we know that evolution is possible. But I th
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*I'm no Flower Child*
CaliforniaThe next few days, weeks, months felt sort of normal to Rowland, he hadn't the joys of finding out the side effects of antidepressants just yet. But it was like if a cheery whistle and song played in the back of his mind like a cheesey theme song from a musical, singing in the rain after a storm he felt was still right behind him but to him for the time being he felt that things could get sunnier - would get sunnier and damn well should.And yet such a polarisation didn't scare him, he finally felt the better side of nothing...He had visited home every so often to keep his mother sane, checked that off his list like a chore out of love - incidentally promising that he would come back for his birthday, but otherwise things felt better. He even painted freely in between brakes of editing Olivia and his' work making the executive decision including her help create a punk/goth culturale magazine starting with the Rainbowradioactive kids; the thing was, that he noticed everythi
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Los Angeles
RainbowradioactiveIf salt were a physical feeling it would taste of a wound, he split his lip on a smile a while ago. Licking the gash as he waited...He had a few days off, so he figured that when he got home he would do that thing he really didn't want to do.So he found himself in the waiting room of a private psychiatrist's office next to a ficus plant just as stiff and stoic as he was in that moment, as he realized he'd admitted defeat to Elizabeth he tuned into the receptionist's radio in the background to the ambiance that which all hospitals and clinic had, though to Rowland it was more like a dentist's office... He could just hear her now, under the thought of whatever questions he could be drilled with.He tensed his jaw as he waited. He actually got a card from Elizabeth after she called a psychologist to refer him to a psychiatrist, little did he know there was a difference...The difference being that a psychiatrist is a medical grade pusher, to put it simply. Where as a
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Hong Kong
Working for three days straight on Hong Kong Island and usually he would find Monday was followed by Thursday or you can't believe it's Friday when just yesterday it was Tuesday but now he felt all three - counting every second light lighting fixtures and their positions, tours of causeway bay and placement of the painting while preparing a speech, all he could think about was what he said the day he decided to leave Shellville with Nick as he smoked out his window and watched the sun set change the sky and sea. Rowland thought he found another installation to Dantés nine circles of hell - deliberate ignorance chains you to a writing desk to think you're entire fucking life over. And for some reason he imagined a raven screaming and pecking at you for the Fucking sake of some sick irony.The devine comedy being that humans have no one else to blame but themselves for their damnation... But this made him think of something else as he looked out the window of his hotel room, crushing th
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Tripping on mushroom clouds
Seeing all of this didn't make it any less unreal for Rowland... In fact, it might of just convinced him that he was seeing dead people. Like it wasn't just in his dreams anymore as he kept repeating a head count of the recently deceased like sheep from sleep he couldn't get in a head that felt full of wool yet never in a warm way. And, forgive him for being cheesey but something he was getting use to was that this fucked up feeling which felt like something else bad and wasn't going away - adding the quiver in the mutton's throat from either anxious fear or the memory of how stupidly choked up he got in front of the Pastor at Charlotte's funeral towards the end of their reverend chat.Her death wasn't the end.He was this feeling's "to let"*...Always having imagined that by using emojis as symbolic to describe specific sounds of a word it would be as much a language as Egyptian or Kanji or any language for that matter - for a letter is simply a symbol of indication... An icon to sim
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Chapter twenty one:The Reaper wears bubblegum blue
{Cry me sunshine, Cupcake}***"My feet fell on the floor...", When Rowland thought about that typo from an inner conversation that which he couldn't remember, it made him dizzy as he morbidly imagined a body suspended from nowhere ragdoll to the floor...Mind bending when he thought about what that could mean as an actual sentence and that made him fear he'd gone full circle.An idle mind is the devil's playground as "They" say.He watched his paints run dry in a dusty corner infront of a blank canvas, his mind was splayed across the dusty floor boards in piles of loose papers amidst origami trinkets...Hong Kong, Berlin, Stockholm... he still needed to clean up and get a few things done while still somehow giving way to hating himself for not packing a little earlier for his trip to start in China and sitting around in silence despite the work ideas he had and wanted to pen down in his black journal having discussed this in a boardroom meeting, but...no.Just not right then at least
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Somewhere in Milano
It was like he fucking woke up from death, so tempted to fall off the edge of the bed and sink off the face of the Earth as he held his head in one hand with his elbows on his knees - Death was welcomed. Too tired to show the fucking confusion this all added to his life behind high-nerfing cigarette smoke, spacing out on the smoke streams as he watched ash fall to the Raj patterned carpet over wooden varnished floor as he then heard a soft good morning from behind him as the sheets on Yoko's side of the bed started to twist with movement but she didn't get up and he felt the silence until he went so deep in thought that he stiffened once he felt slightly familiar hands touch his back before a soft kiss was planted at the back of his neck as Yoko got off the bed wearing nothing but his round rimmed spectacles, his undershirt with black thigh high socks, tracing her hand to Rowland's bright blond head of hair and roughly rubbed his head down playfully as she made her way while lazily st
