sweetsalome: (Shiny)
I had a dream that I got voice mail messages from the dead.  I got one from Sherlock Holmes, Willie Mayes, and my Dad. 

Holmes reminded me to restock the morphine.
Mayes mentioned something about the big game.
Dad told me I was a disappointment.

I had another dream that I was smoking crack.  Which was - oddly relaxing - if not a little ghetto.  Collins don't smoke crack, we do cocaine like rich people are suppose to.
sweetsalome: (Dance)
       They dance in the living room.  He stands on her toes and she moves around holding his arms out to their sides.  Swaying back and forth she sings loudly to the Christmas music already coming through the radio speakers.  After Thanksgiving dinner, Grandpa is sprawled out on the couch while Grandma cleans up in the kitchen.  It is Salome and Jonba spending time together after finishing up trimming the fresh cut Christmas tree. 

Salome is out of school for Christmas break and has three weeks to just relax and spend time with her family and Hiro.  After the last semester, it ia a much needed break.  In fact there is a serious temptation to just forget school and run off to join the circus. 

Jonba cries out and she grabs the growing boy and hoists him on to her hip so she can hold on to him and move a bit easier through the room. His tiny arms wrap around her neck and she puts her hand to the back of his head - supporting his neck like she would when he was a baby.  Except that is years ago, and Jonba is slowly growing up into a young boy, and when she looks into his face she sees the same brown eyes as his father but none of the hatred and anger there.

That makes her arms tighten around him some more, as if the tighter she holds on to him the less effect his father can have on him.  As they move through the living room and she sprinkles tinsel on the top of his head she pushes thoughts of the past away from her, taking comfort in the heat of the room and the love in the house.

No more will sin and sorrow grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He'll come and make the blessings flow
Far as the curse was found,
Far as the curse was found,
Far as, far as the curse was found.

sweetsalome: (young normal)
I spent all morning going between the police station, doctors, and then the house in Manhattan, oh and then the pharmacists.  I am slowly tying up all the lose ends that were left when my dad disappeared, he left a huge mess that I wasn't even aware of and so now I have to sit down with the lawyers and some how figure it out.  I think I'll ask them when he can be declared legally dead.  Not that I want him to be dead, but how long am I suppose to wait to see if he ever comes back?  Plus there are a lot of things I can't do with him still alive.

Gosh that sounds really horrible.  Fuck it, I am tired.  Whoops, my language.  Arg.

I'm selling the house, I am selling everything, it's all gone.  The only thing that might not go is the house down in Nassau, everything else is gone, burn it all down for all I care.  The money will go for my college fund and Jonba's, not to mention any other children I might have in the future.  I was also thinking of putting money into a special fund.

locked )

School has proposed a new routine, and with me in school, Grandma has started to take Jonba to this little daycare in town.  He's playing with kids his age and a little older, so he can get use to social interaction with other kids.  Preschool is just next fall, and then, kindergarten.  So Jonba comes home with a whole bunch of new words and sometimes unsavory behavior, he's still a good kid, just with more germs.  He's got a bit of a cold.

Life is insane.  I want Oreos.  Awhhh the little sun has a watermelon!

sweetsalome: (Silent all these years)
    He had silently entered his own house the night before, when no one was there to greet him, to make a fuss over him.  Standing in the front foyer, he looked around slowly, not a thing out of place, the great walls and ceiling as silent as a tomb.  Like a giant cat he had stalked through the house, making sure everything was as it should be.  A massive shadow, gliding over chairs and carpets, all seeing, all knowing.  The shadow beast settled himself in one of the massive high back chairs in the living room, glass of scotch in hand he listened, he waited.  He waited a long time before this, there was nothing wrong with waiting a little more.

Fool me once . . . )

Snap shot

Aug. 27th, 2008 11:53 pm
sweetsalome: (Blown wind)
   The wind through the trees is beautiful, it makes a soothing sound, lifting the waxy leaves that still hold tight to the branches and rub them together.  It takes the scent of the apples along with it, heavy fruit that takes more then just a breeze to move them.  But they give off their smell, luring bees and other insects to them.  Luring them to lunch.  Thick, heavy flies with rainbow colored wings and backs, buzzing around in packs, hoards, thick clouds that cause more noise then the wind in the branches.

At night the other insects start making their noises, to the point where the night, if you close your eyes and stand really still the night sounds louder then the day.

sweetsalome: (Shhh its a secret)
 He told me once that it was either him or me, and it certainly wasn't going to be him.  It was the morning after one of those fights that I could never remember but always felt.  

      
sweetsalome: (Jonba)

            It was night, the windows of the house open to let in a cool breeze that made everyone sleepy after the heat and the activity of the day.  Up on the second floor Salome carefully dried off a yawning Jonba, who had just got done with a much needed bath.  Dressing him in his pajamas, she takes picks him up and carries him to his bedroom.  He's sleeping in a big boy bed, there's no crib for him at his grandparents house, but he handles it well, besides some roaming in the middle of the night.  She lays him down and kisses his forehead before giving him his Elmo doll, which he proceeds to hug tightly to his chest.  

    "How much do you love me?"  She asks, kneeling beside his bed, her arms folded across the blanket.  "This much?"  She holds her hands apart about three inches, and the boy shakes his head no.  "More?"  She holds her hands further apart, and the more they spread the more he shakes his head, up to the point where her arms stretch as far as they can go.

    "Do you love me this much?"  Finally Jonba nods and smiles, and wrapping those arms around him she gives him a big hug.  "I love you, John Baptiste, I always will."  Her lips press to his wet hair, it smells like baby shampoo, but she knows in the morning he'll mysteriously smell like pancakes again.  



[Part two tomorrow night. . .]
sweetsalome: (Up close)
    Leaving the house never looked so appealing before.  Salome was tired and aching, and everyone was on edge from what happened the night before.  Not to mention the constant stream of phone calls and attempts at the press to get an interview or a photo.  She couldn't leave the state, especially with Jonba so going upstate with Bobby was a good, safe idea.

Picking up the blond boy from the floor, she grunted a little bit at his weight against her side and arms.  He grumbled a little bit, but she gave him a look before handing him his Elmo doll and took him back upstairs to her bed room.  Stepping inside she smiled at Hiro as the boy hid his face against her neck.

    "Don't be shy, it's Hiro, he's going to take us on a trip."
sweetsalome: (Mask)
COLLINS SHIPPING CEO ARRESTED.

          Liam Collins, founder and head of Collins Shipping Inc, was arrested Friday afternoon, after a prolonged trip over seas.  The New York native was greeted by Federal agents, and arrested on income tax evasion charges.  He was arraigned and released on five million dollars bail, and forced to surrender his passport.  The market scrambled to day to keep up with investors dumping CSI stock in a panic after the charges were confirmed. 

          A representative from Collins Shipping assured investors that, "the charges are malicious and untrue,"  and, "have nothing to do with the Collins shipping."  He continued on by stating that the IRS had found no fault with the financial practices of the business itself, but there were easily explained mistakes in Mr. Collins personal accounting.

          Collins Shipping arrived on the scene in the early 1970's . . . .


COLLINS BAIL REVOKED FOR DOMESTIC DISTURBANCE.

      
        Police officers responded to a noise complaint at the Collins residence late Saturday night, sources say.  Officers had to subdue and arrest Liam Collins, who not a day earlier had just been released on bail for Federal charges.  While no charges were filed against the business man, a judge ordered his bail be revoked early this morning.

      This is not the first time Collins has been brought in on domestic violence charges, one earlier this year, and various complaints back in 2005 and 2004.  As of this date, no charges have ever been filed against Mr. Collins.
sweetsalome: (Touch me)
Author's Note:  ADULT CONTENT.  There, that's your warning, abandon hope all ye who enter here.

         

             Father's day at the Collin's house hold was never, ever normal.  At least not from an outsiders perspective, or anyone that had any shred of decency or morals.  It usually involved drinking and various types of women filtering in and out of the large master bedroom in the Collin's New York townhouse.  It would be one thing if hookers were the only thing that were given as gifts for father's day.  It was another one when the blond teen was wrapped up and offered over with a smile.

sweetsalome: (See no evil)
Author's Note:  Behind the cut deals with some disturbing behaviors.  I do not condone such behaviors, this is fiction and nothing else.  Any problems with the content shall be directed to the big Gorilla in back, who's really, really hungry.  Ya dig?


            Salome‚Äôs father, Liam Collins, was a tall bear of a man.  With dark hair and dark eyes and a neatly trimmed, but equally black goatee, he wore the continence of a man who had seen hell and had no problem showing it to others who crossed him.  A son of a whore, he grew up fighting everyone and everything he saw as a threat, which earned him a few nasty scars and a reputation that followed him to America.  He started working in shipyards as soon as he could pass himself off as of legal age.  As a member of the IRA, he used his position at the docks to help smuggle in weapons and explosives.  After a few successful runs, he realized it was more profitable to work for both sides, a philosophy he would follow the rest of his life.

sweetsalome: (Incognito)
    He would be upset to know that the denial and the betrayal was done without any crowing of a rooster.  It's fine, Herod, there's still one more dance to do.

In this play, everyone has a role even if they don't know it or not.  If I can't stop my stupid fucking mouth, then I'll have to move now.

I had a dream that I was down on the beach with my mother and Jonba, we were so happy.  Sitting in the sun and running through the waves, she told me that she loved me, that she loved both of us.  She was so beautiful that I couldn't even see her, she was bright and hot like the sun and when she held me it felt like coming home.  She kissed both of my eyes and then my mouth and told me that I was doing the right thing, and when it was all over she would be well again. 

I woke up feeling warm and happy.  I woke up alone.  I know he thinks I'm disgusting, he's afraid to touch me, like I am some sort of fucking diseased dog.  I'm going to get my filth on him, on his sheets and on his skin.  I should never have told him, because now that's all he can think when he looks at me.  It was a real shame because I really do love him, I wouldn't lie about that, I never do.  It's fine, I'm use to unrequited love.

Dad was right, no one will truly love me.  Not after they know me.  If we can't get rid of the sin, we'll get rid of the sinner.  Won't we? 
sweetsalome: (Silent all these years)
sweetsalome: (Dark)
                Her madness first showed itself when she was four years old.  The old man remembered this day since it was after the first time they had visited her mother in the home.  The display did not shock him, nor did it upset him.  He simply assumed that it was the insanity that she had inherited from him, that he had learned through the beatings in his own childhood.

He refused to see anything wrong with her behavior.   Like most aspects of their relationship, he simply couldn't see that something might be wrong or inappropriate.

He saw her anger and rage as simply a genetic trait, something passed down through the generations, and so allowed her to act out.  

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