How did you learn about JKCP? Why'd you decide to go?

Maybe we really did know each other before. If so, will we have to find each other again?

It hurts to leave Armour and my fantasy worlds for blood and iron but there is another story I need to tell, albeit somewhat quickly.

I hope you get some time to do sketches, and I hope I get time to write lots of comics for you for when you're in new orleans.

I love you.

When someone can reach through your ribcage and clench your heart from 3,000 miles away. When you can feel the burden of gravity being snatched away. When you can feel it being put back in it's place, and when you can feel the hand make its exit and when you can feel the gap cauterize behind it.

God is in the gaps.

It's that moment when you inhale before you say something, and at the crest of your breath you realize there isn't anything waiting to come out. It's the moment where you stop your breath sharply, and you let it ooze out of you as you digest the new input.
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It's Faeber, not Fayber!

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In 8th grade, Serena threw Adam a birthday party at her house. Alison was there (which is hard to even comprehend now), and we watched Indiana Jones, and Adam and Spencer popped balloons with their pocket knives. It was the first time I'd ever had real friends, and felt like I was with people who accept me. But I didn't realize that until just now. I was going out with Sarah at the time, and I was just so safe and happy! And when that faded, I couldn't let go of Adam's 14th birthday party.

And I didn't find the belonging again until you came and visited. And I didn't find the happiness and safety again until the moment after you kissed me, when you came in for another kiss and I realized we were both happy about it.

I don't want you worrying about me. I'm fine. It just took a gentle nudge from my best friend.

When I look at your blog nowadays the first thing I see is the word "mourn." It's words like that which most people escape from, but I like to escape straight into them.

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Aderyn and Drystan dug Fayber's grave right at the oak tree. "It should not be the job of two teenagers," thought Aderyn, "to throw a grown man into a ditch." Aderyn knelt down heavily onto the soft earth, bending over Fayber's body to get a grip on his tunic. A crumpled note slid out of his pocket, and its side landed on the dirt, cocked against Fayber's side. Drystan ran over to snatch it up, and Aderyn ran to look over his shoulder as he read it:

"You mourn for wasted lives. A life well spent should be celebrated. The key to the liquor chest is under the rug."

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I wish every word could be packaged and ribboned
And sent up to heaven in a hot air balloon.
I wish I could find her and tell her I love her
And thank her for bringing such beauty to me.
I wish I could build our Republic around us
And construct a kingdom as bold as the night.

I'll let you in my head where I'll
Take all your armor off as we
Dance with our bodies awake while we
Leave our minds asleep.

And we'll dance to the flowers and the birds and the sunsets
We'll live for the autumns and drink to the evenings
And I'll let you lift me to where the demons can't reach us
To a spire in heaven where we can be alone together.

Today we were stopped at a red light and a homeless guy came out onto the street walking up and down between lanes with his sign. The light turned green and the guy went back to the sidewalk. But he never even looked back: he knew the light turned green the instant it did without ever seeing it, without anyone even moving.

It rained today. Dark clouds rolled across the valley (I could see the whole scene from my math classroom) and all I could think was "Ah. Thank God it's fucking Friday."

In History you could hear the heavy pit-pat of rain outside, that just makes you want to climb back into bed and not go anywhere until you're damn good and ready. The only thing missing was you.

For Keeran & the girl, I really like the idea of them being "lost together." And perhaps playing with the themes of communication and comradery without language, and with the ideas of humanity to others.

Armour again! phew. The obvious theme is Magic & Science. But I also like the ideas of mastery in an art or skill, and the ease and "zen" of complete mastery. I can't decide if that fits in my story of Armour, the story with Keeran, or both. We'll see, I guess.

I love you!

As soon as I start to feel free with Spanish, I think "meh."

Japanese has a richness to it. In Spanish, you take a word, it has a direct equivalent. Japanese isn't like that. You can fill in gaps. And I like the thinking in pictures. I bet you think it's going to confuse me, but I bet you I get it instantly. The Romantic languages... they're boring now. So that's my answer to your "why?"

I hope you read this before you go to school... I kind of suspect you will. If so, ponder this on the ride to school: What if Keeran played the flute? Can't you imagine him with his dark hair, intensely focused on his flute?

An opening chapter to Thick as Thieves: Revise please!

Only a short while ago, there was an age where everything was much farther apart
But worlds, as all things, do not change in size but instead in manner:
In an age before aeroplanes and locomotives,
Islands were tied by vagabonds on traders' ships.

And though geography may be cruel, the stars are kind,
And in this tale we tell the story of two children who find themselves
Very much lost in this age, who believe themselves to be under very
Cruel stars indeed, and who eventually find themselves very much lost
Together.

Here's a snapshot for you.

Curtains up, lights down. Baggy pants, ripped shirt, waxed mustache. Dirty bowling pins in hand, except for one rolling on the floor. Heat's up, butterfingers. Time's up, act's out.

Another breathing thing dies at the hands of the picture show.

I love you. I miss you. I miss Armour. I haven't thought of it lately.

I want to come home to you. Maybe after you graduate you can move in with me.

Sometimes, some playful angel goes up to the gigantic white ball of infinite understanding, and scrapes off a little bit and puts it in a baggy like a taste of cocaine. One of them came down to me when I was trying to fall asleep last night and put it above my lip.

And for a split-second, I completely understood why the music matters so much to you. I see how it made everything okay again, and how it picked up your broken heart and tied it back together. I see how the whole scene made things okay for a little bit, and I saw how being a punk was therapeutic. I see how the black and pink fix things.

But then it was gone again, and the angel left snickering.

I have some great pictures for you when I get home. It's so peaceful here at the libray though... I'll bring you here when you visit. It's a beautiful art deco building from the 30s.

I am here.

Anyway. Good thing I can blog about it.

When we got out for dinner last night it was deathly silent. A busy street with no cars except for police cruisers, with policemen sitting, waiting for someone to go looting. I saw one guy get arrested, and I got some pictures of him. He looked so sad.

And the house is silent. Scary kinda silent. The helecopters are gone though, and the sirens are less frequent. The alarms are gone, too.

Remember when your house was surrounded by cops? It's like that but for two days straight.

Never be further than a phone call and a gossebumped shiver away
Drove all night listening to mix tapes
The past is just practice.

It sounds like something you would write, darling. And from the most unlikely source...

http://xkcd.com/c24.html

I'm worried about you. Probably for no reason, but ahh. It's the curse of loving you so much.

First fable is Keeran's mom marrying the new guy. I guess Keeran doesn't even remember his dad. Poor bloke. The new husband (Cronan? "swarthy one.") He seems like a nice guy. He gives Keeran an opal necklace. He says that, as long as he wears the necklace, help will come to him. Fable 2 can be Keeran's relationship with his dad. In fable 3 we can see a bit of Keeran's education, maybe, and his frustration with not being able to follow his dreams? Now we need the reason for Keeran to go run off...

I think it's pretty important that we keep the story moving, too.

I can be a harsh soul sometimes, but I say close the door on him for a couple days and let him see what being alone really is.

Dos en un dia? jeje.

Eras hija de la luna, si soy hijo del sol. Eres princessa del bosque, si soy principe de los rios. Mi reina, si soy tu rey... y podemos hacer algo que soñas. Nunca teme. Soy tuyo, siempre. Nada puede deshacerlo.

"Anger? Anger, you should examine. Find the root of it and pluck it out. Uproot all your negative things," he murmured, adjusting his bifocals.

"And happiness? What of that?"

Idaris scoffed: "Happiness is like God. Questioning it will simply make it go away."