I’M LOOKING FOR SOMETHING TO SINK IN MY TEETH WITHOUT ANY CRYING.

TIME ON ME IS WASTED TIME. 

XOXO 
JANUS 

Girls can always play above their leagues but Janus never plays below his. 

Close up of some of the pastel work I’ve been slowly working on the past few weeks. 

I generally consider anything I want physically touch a success at the most basic levels.

This piece pleases me.  

That Cain guy..at the production show we always knew him by name but we never saw his face. 

Last night at MARQ, he knew who I was, and that I was originally from Romania. 

This is getting weird. 

-Janus

 

That Ryan guy, yeah..he kind of escaped and disappeared. Blood still gushing from his mouth and everything. 

We think he’s in Indianapolis. I mean, where else would he go? 

And second of all, this guy didn’t even ask to get turned over and all of a sudden Ashley thinks he deserved to live forever?!

Fuck this shit, I should have never of said yes. I’ve still got a couple other reasons to be involved, though..

-Janus

She doesn’t have a name, so we call her Ashley Vegas. She’s the one with the ideas. 

According to her, there’s a white demon she knew a couple hundred years ago in Mexico.
 
He’s apparently gotta die, and for the right incentives I’ve become the man for the job.  

Sometimes you gotta kill a man to live forever, I’m just sorry Ryan got caught up in this. 

xoxo 
Janus 

Goodies came in the mail!

Yellow lights permeate the night at irregular intervals, and although Ryan de Silva’s childhood home was just a 20 minute drive from downtown Indianapolis it quietly whispered of the midwestern stereotypes that stifled his breath.

The stoplights he passes on the way to BroadRipple are occasionally held by wires, and everywhere around him dead silence permeates into his thoughts. It seems not a soul is awake tonight, even in the particularly small northern nightlife district. A far cry, he thought, from the round-the-clock anarchy found in his new home of Las Vegas, Nevada. Now a popular promoter for MARQUEE, Ryan can’t help but laugh at the disparity between his two lives.

Still, he couldn’t resist this intrinsic tendency to find the outskirts somewhat comforting. It was after all intertwined with memories of his late mother, Sunday Mass, and the excitement of winter’s snow on a Christmas day. To say the least, the humble nothingness was intertwined with a simpler past free from Janus and Ashley Vegas.

Those two.

The ones that fucked up everything he ever had.