_{@ofmanifest.     ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ}

_{❛   for the sake of this  INVESTIGATION…   ❜          uncharacteristic show of  PATIENCE  for the case at hand  &  the witnesses he’s been assigned with  PROVING  INNOCENT  OR  GUILTY.  perhaps it is due to the special interest he’s  DEVOTING  to the gruesomeness of the murder;  or perhaps to the curious fascination he  DIRECTS  the suspects.  either way, it’s refreshing.          ❛   ––––––––––let’s start over  FROM  THE  BEGINNING,  shall we?     september seventh.  four pm.  what were you doing  &  where,  mister wallace?   ❜}

_{@immiineo.     ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ}

_{❛   this is a lecture on  PSYCHOANALYSIS.   ❜          eye-contact avoided  AT  ALL  COSTS   when he opens his briefcase, folders of  CURRENT  CASE  spread methodically on his desk.     not the students’ regular type of forensic class, but even kids’ insight might  PROVE  USEFUL,  with the chesapeake ripper.          ❛   ––––––––––are you sure you’re in the  RIGHT  CLASSROOM?   ❜}

_{@etrefaux.     ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ}

_{❛   how long have you  &  doctor lecter  KNOWN  EACH  OTHER?   ❜          gentle, soft tone of his voice echoes in the  SMALL  SHOP,  genuine interest pronounced in his  QUESTIONING.  the fascination for one he considers  FRIEND  remains as strong as ever;     if not stronger.          ❛   ––––––––––he speaks very  HIGHLY  of you.  &  of your bakery.   ❜}

_{@astrosci.     ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ}

_{❛   have you ever experienced it?   ❜          heavy sigh escapes  PARTED  LIPS,  as if to unburden his body from the  VISIONS  he carries with him everywhere, all the time.          ❛   the  GNAWING  FEELING  that your mind is dissociating from reality?   the  HELPLESS  REALIZATION  that you’re losing touch on your surroundings?   ❜          it’s an odd confession.  &  an odder  HOPE  even.          ❛   ––––––––––the desperate wish to  WAKE  UP  when you’re not dreaming…   ❜}

_{@boozelegger.     ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ}

_{❛   business??   ❜          the chuckle’s  LOW;  choked, almost, but be it the  DRINK  HELD  BY  GRACEFUL  DIGITS  or the lingering state of bitterness he doesn’t seem to  EVER  SHY  AWAY  FROM,  the irony of the situation calls for a drop of  DARK  HUMOR.          ❛   i’m in a…   very special  KIND  OF  BUSINESS.   ❜          will graham doesn’t  DRINK.  nothing but coffee.  or water.  let this occurrence be a  ONE - TIME - ONLY  DEAL.          ❛   ––––––––––i’m in the  SERIAL  KILLER  business.   ❜}

_{@reactoring.     ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ}

_{❛   oh, it doesn’t matter  WHO  YOU  ARE…   ❜          fists tucked  SAFELY  inside jacket pocket, his head will jerk to the side.          ❛   obstruction of criminal investigations will get you that  BAD  PUBLICITY  you’re trying to avoid.  we’ll keep this as  DISCREET  as possible ––––– trust me, that’s in everyone’s best interest ––––– but i’m going to need  UNLIMITED  ACCESS  to stark industries’ surveillance feed from september ninth.   ❜}

_{like for a starter u baes.  • ◡•}

sungl0ry:

“It’s dark on the other side and madness is waiting.”

_{graham  had  a  lot  of  trouble  with  taste.  often,  his  thoughts  were  not  tasty.  there  were  no  effective  partitions  in  his  mind.  what  he  saw  &  learned  touched  everything  else  he  knew.  some  of  the  combinations  were  hard  to  live  with.  but  he  could  not  anticipate  them,  could  not  block  &  repress.  his  learned  values  of  decency  &  propriety  tagged  along,  shocked  at  his  associations,  appalled  at  his  dreams;  sorry  that  in  the  bone  arena  of  his  skull,  there  were  no  forts  for  what  he  loved.  his  associations  came  at  the  speed  of  light.  his  value  judgments  were  at  the  pace  of  a  responsive  reading.  they  could  never  keep  up  &  direct  his  thinking.  HE  VIEWED  HIS  OWN  MENTALITY  AS  GROTESQUE  BUT  USEFUL,  LIKE  A  CHAIR  MADE  OF  ANTLERS.  there  was  nothing  he  could  do  about  it.}