blogs are hard and such a time commitment but . but. what if i made a multimuse.... or should i try to become active on this blog first ?? thinking

" NOR TWO, NOR THREE, NOR FOUR, NOR FIVE -- "

civilians stormed the dirt paths, arms extended, fingers flexed forward. they were marching, reaching, going towards the church -- what the fuck were they searching for ?! -- karl had no desire to know. for in this dream, he was younger, more vulnerable. his hair shaped an interesting blend ; once a mousey brown, now with roots glinting on grey. his skin was more pale, his figure lighter ... his eyes shone with an innocence long forgotten. karl fought through the crowd of villagers, sliding between moving bodies. there was a distant silhouette he could make out -- further away, remaining still amongst the chaos. an escape. an answer. karl felt himself urged to move forward. for a moment, he could almost recognize ... ? " a -- amelia ? " youthful tone calls out with desperation. " amelia! please, amelia, HELP ! "

i have said this before and i will say it again here. caseoh is incredibly heisenberg coded. specifically like this. if you can’t imagine karl heisenberg throwing fucking hissy fits like this in his factory every hour then you’re WRONG!!!!

fire is met with fire in this exchange, and heisenberg does not so much as hesitate to spit back a nasty remark at the other man helping him with their current ' transport. ' this line of work really is too much, sometimes -- maybe flipping burgers wouldn't be the end of the world ? " ... it's just as about as helpful as you're bein' right now, kid. " heisenberg straightens out his own back and flexes his arms, pulling the body cart further towards the corner of the lot where he's parked his van. inconspicuous, totally. " don't you do this for a living--?! i mean, come on -- PUSH, damn it !! god ! "

“ Oh, quit it, “ he practically whines. “ You’ve had hungry eyes since you saw me enter the room. “ Kisses are planted on showing skin. Around the collarbone. Jawline. Corners. “ You aren’t so innocent. “

… they might also witness karl lifting his hammer feet above his own head, and SLAMMING it down onto the mailbox, multiple times over, until nothing but splinters remain. bye bye mailbox.

" . . . i don't even understand what the fuck this one means. "

" not this shit again, for the -- " he is going to start ripping out his own hair. " I have running water in the factory. I bathe regularly. DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE WORDS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH ??? " hands are flexing and unflexing strenuously. " -- du nerviger, immer wiederkehrender kleiner Schmerz ?! "

" those memories are about as clear to me as a fuckin' windowshade ! and by that I mean ... NOT AT ALL !!! i was a little busy trying not to BE MURDERED !?! "

" oh my god, " heisenberg erupts into the loudest, drawn-out groan you've heard in . . . well, that depends on how often you talk to him, I suppose. " I don't look like -- I'm not a BUM ! " His arms go up and down, gesturing desperately to his own frame and ever-muted, ever-muddied attire. " do you think I've got the time or luxury to do what I do in a suit, or something ?! FUCK OFF -- !! "

"Here's a picture of me killing you by beating you to death. Is that the right hand, by the way--? Don't know, don't really care."