I retired bandgeekpeace. Had the dear for over a year. But, the show must go on. New journal is firefly chasing. It's friends only but here's a teaser:

I gag myself with my toothbrush. My eyes water red and I don't bother to wash my face. You know we used to be so bright and clean. Reminds me of what terrible people we've become. I stare into the mirror and think but I can't seem to pinpoint exactly when the transition occured. I tried to send you a memo, when I realized we were slipping, but I got distracted by something more important that the paths of our lives. So hand in hand we backslide to hell but, oddly, it feels good. I forgot what being warm felt like. The winter was frigid and just as Spring offered to thaw my fingers you broke my heart, you bastard, and I froze once more. The world, it's been trying to break me for sixteen years, bashing and beating and sreaming at me but I still stand. Yet one look from you and my brain ceases function. Even my lungs forget their job of contracting. You must have slipped something into my drink because I can't think of any other excuse for my keeping you around. Because the truth - well, this particular truth strips me of all dignity. I promised my young self that I would never get caught up in the pitfalls of the four lettered L word. Biology tells us that it's a chemical soup in my head to promise pro-creation. Meaningless animal instinct. I lay in bed, mouth tasting of vanilla toothpaste, trying to figure out what I think but all I can come up with is that Cupid is a drunk.

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               This one's for Jay and Veed.

I don't want to know your name, I just want BANG BANG BANG! 

Even after almost twenty years, Weetzie and her secret agent lover man still threw each other against walls, climbed up each other's bodies like ladders, and attacked each other's mouths as if they were performing resuscitation. The kisses had been earthquakes, shattering every glass object in a room. They had been thunderstorms, wiping out electricity so that candles had to be lit; then, those kisses extinguished the candle flames. They had been rainstorms on the driest, thirstiest desert days, causing camellias, hydrangeas, agapanthus, and azaleas to bloom in the garden. Those kisses, Weetzie remembered -- they had been explosions.

Yea, so, new FLB book coming out. I am excited. I'm almost done with Harry Potter. But it must be noted that Super Duper Mr. Potter Fans piss me the fuck off. Cheers.