Lair

In the Kindred context, the phrase about beauty and the beast is more ironic than in any other.
Tame your Beast. And don't get it to the corner. Or you'll make it worse.

 


Oh that light.

I will battle for the Sun. Even if this is the Sun of the Masquerade. 

I've been looking forward to hearing from you for so long. Flesh forward. 

This autumn is a border line. Words I've already forgotten twice and thrice get in my mind again, racing thoughts shuffle, and i can't get asleep: daily, as a human being, nightly, as another self. A week later there will be New Year coming, and I'll  face it armed to the teeth. To my very cuspids.
Nothing else matters. 
When you don't have anything to lose, you're what you are. Never forgive, never forget, never end. I've been taught a lot since our last meeting. 
 
Uprising. Aiming for the seventh sky and seventh seal. To the very heart of darkness. See you on the other side.

Come on baby, can you bleed like me?

This is Los Angeles.
I haven't had a chance to see it in daylight, so I am more familiar with the siamese twin of it.



This is the City of Lost Angels, where we dwell.