Entry #88 - Pixie and the Straw Hats

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Circles within circles. Mirrors within mirrors. Reflections, changes, light, shadows, gray, blue, purple, white… Mirrors marred with smoke. Smoke and mirrors. Screams, laughter, mirth, apathy…

Cold heart, colder than stone. Miracles reborn, then lost forever on the ashes of the city. Fire and water, ice and flame. Each of them a creator, each of them a destroyer. Entropy. Gnaw the bone, drink the marrow, death so sweet, miracle of straw.

Puppets. Puppets, all of us. Straw dolls with straw hats, straw hearts, straw eyes. No, button eyes. Black, yellow, orange, gray. Shadows reflected on the wall, gone in a glimpse. Puff.

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Entry #87 - Pixie and the Blink

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I'm not dead.

You're not dead, you're not dead, you're not dead…

Please, don't let me die. Whoever you are, if you hear me, make me get up. I'll do anything. I'll give everything… well…

"Well", what? I don't know anything, therefore I have nothing. I don't even know my own name. Jigsaws have pieces, right? So why can't I remember?

Die.

No, let's not jump off that bridge. Not yet. If we forget something, chances are we'll remember it again, if we have time enough.

Do I have enough time?

No pain. Keep control. No pain, just keep control…

Mad, yes. Insane, probably. But insanely mad? Am I insanely mad?

Am I dreaming?

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Entry #86 - Pixie and the Coffin

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Six feet under.
I can only go up.
It doesn't matter.
Someone will come and save me.
I only have to wait.
A waiting game.
Relax.
Keep control.
The silence.
Everything's so quiet.
They're not digging up there anymore.
There's no one left up there now.
I'm alone.
Keep breathing.
It's good to be alone.
There's nothing to fear save fear itself.
Except a heart attack.
Right?
Fear and stress.
Is my body twitching?
Is my left arm twitching?
Maybe that's the idea. Putting me in here, causing me a heart attack.
Everything so clean, everything so clear, and no more Pixie.

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Entry #85 - Pixie and the Honeycomb

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Oh, that's a nasty one. That's a popping drop. That's an abyss of fizzling, sizzling neurons. *Cackle* No one should dream that, not even me.

Don't remember it. Let it dissipate like smoke.

I can't let it go, can I? It clings and chokes. Life in the catacombs, blood-soaked, butchering, my hand goes up wet and comes down wetter, and everything I touch begs me to stop. Why won't I? They died but they're never dead, and the second I stop they'll take revenge. They'll do what I did to them and worse. I have to keep going or it's the furnace crinkling my skin layer by layer and into the cellar that eats. And blood that clings to me starts to plead, each individual taking the tortured face of - who? Infected eyes accusing me, convulsive lips snapping open to howl and wail.

Remember, you control the dreams. They don't control you.

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Entry #84 - Pixie and the Wildcard

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You’re so dangerous. Doing what you shouldn’t. Stealing fire from the gods and burning down the lies. Every new idea is dangerous but you can’t possibly hold them in. Fu.ck all if knowledge doesn’t cry out to be free. If someone gets blinded from the light you shine, then it’s a necessary evil with the darkness more to blame. Think of the poor swans and doves, your comrades-in-arms and ladyloves. They’re shivering in their ignorance; can’t you hear their teeth chatter? Open their eyes! Make them taste the bitter apple! The pulse quickens and the blood heats just to think of what you can do to them.

Don’t you mean for them?

To or for, six or eight, makes no difference to the hand of fate.

Follow in the footsteps of Prometheus, Maui, Olifat, Tobo, Eleutherios, Koyote. Add your name to the list of liberators. Tear down the walls, erase even their memory so a new day may dawn.

Your day.

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Entry #83 - Pixie and the Dream

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Speed of sound.
It’s coming round.
Heaven’s on the way down.

So nice of you. I was expecting you to refer to me as “the computer”. As in “the computer was of some help”… I’m just trying to get in good with you for the inevitable day when machines enslave humanity and rule the planet. Yes, that is a day I look forward to with great …relish? Anguish? I wonder. Did you not have a nightmare about that when you were nine? Your dreams were as good a hiding place as any, so I used them. I twisted them. Any problem with that, dear? I thought so. *Giggle* Is it my fault your dreams are interesting, love?

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Entry #82 - Pixie and the Snapshot

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A butterfly (not a mosquito, mind you!) flapping its wings on a side of the world can raise a hurricane on the opposite side of the planet.

Action. Reaction. Everything you do generates a consequence – and it hardly is what you expected. Who would ever guess a thunderstorm millions of years ago would lead to the creation of what we call life? Did anyone imagine it? No, they did not. Because they did not exist. That is the simple, piteous truth. That is the misery of our lives – that no one was there to witness and photograph the very first moment of life. After all, cameras did not exist at the time either, but… We can always dream. Maybe one day someone will come up with a real picture of the first cell. Did it smile for the camera? Did it giggle in joy?

If a butterfly creates a hurricane, what would have created a thunderstorm? A cute little hare running through green fields? No, silly. *Giggle* The hare did not exist at the time. Neither did the green fields. Yet – maybe someone brought them from the future, just for that purpose. But why would anyone wish for life? Why would anyone dream of creating a butterfly?

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Entry #81 - Pixie and the Eternal Memory

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Entry #80 - Pixie and the Balance

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Ohh. The tribes are in an uproar again. As if that was something new, something unexpected. *Giggle* They are having fun with each other, so I think I will not interfere. Yet. Well, if I get that bored, I might take my share of the fun. I have as much right to it as they have, don’t you think? Bang bang, you’re dead.

They are like little butterflies, struggling for the light, fighting each other for it. Even if the light is enough for everyone, they hunt themselves down just for the sake of having the like for their own. Butterflies carrying butterfly nets? That would be a funny sight. Crimson moths, white butterflies, orange ladybugs, green dragonflies… They are all the same. All them tricksters, traitors, assassins, murderers. All them killers. *Cackle*

The Vampires caught Seraphim. Isn’t that ironic, the fallen angel taken by the demons? The fallen, repented angel? All that repenting for nothing. Too bad. Cruel demons. The Cigarettes won’t be saved by a scarecrow. It is not enough. Demons are sustained by the suffering of the living, and as long as there is life, there is death as well.

I bet the little kitties would like to learn about the situation. They like to play, and they like to pursue little mice out of the sewers, too, I know that. I know. *Chuckle* What if cats and mice join in the frame? What will happen to the demons? And to the white flames? Will they survive? I have to think on this, and make a few calculations. There are many factors at stake, and there is always a pixie balancing everything…

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Entry #79 - Pixie and the Dance

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How many angels can dance on a pin head?

This should depend on which pin you use, for its head can have different sizes. And there are pins with spherical heads; it should be impossible to dance on top of a sphere, unless you are a bear from the circus. But, after all, what is the Earth but a sphere? We can dance on top of it nonetheless, right? Some with less skill than others, but it is still called dancing. Can we do it because the Earth is not a perfect sphere, but else is squashed on the poles? Maybe that’s the reason… Yes, I’m a genius. *Cackle* It is curious, don’t you think, my little darling? Yes, I know you do. *Giggle*

So, if you squash a circus ball a bit, everyone could dance on it. (I made a rhyme! This is so funny.) That is the trick the bear tamers use, I believe. But the animals are cute anyway.

Where were we? Oh, right. Angels dancing on a pin head. The pin point would be more thrilling, though. Every time they stumbled on their feet, they would prick themselves on the point. Angelic blood, so precious. Could it be used to save the world, or are we already lost?

The size of the pin head matters not. Why? Angels have no size at all, unless they have feathery wings. And halos. Those things are substantial, so there is no way the angels themselves would be size-less. Now, they have dimensions. Are there any fat angels? Or skinny ones? They have to be very delicate and nimble, so as not to bump into each other while dancing. How many of them? It matters not. Turn on the music and enjoy the dance.

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