Tabitha 4

Even though Mom doesn't like the new mailman, he seems pretty okay to me. He came right into the house when I invited him. Too bad he probably won't be our mailman for very long- I’m going to use him as the model for my next piece, Throat Tearing with Sir Yiffington. 

Lenora 4

I cannot drive the images of demons, lustily entwined, from my head. Their tongues, their horns, their ever-changing bodies sliding and undulating against one another against a backdrop of equisite torture... these are the visions that occupy my restless mind. Tragically, the pages have been taken: Octavian must have discovered my perfidy and reclaimed what was his. Tonight I intend to act on him as the demons act in my mind: why should we not share what we both secretly desire?

Octavian 3

I've been having horrible, haunting nightmares. I find myself putting down a bottle of Johnny Walker every night to keep the visions away. Every time I close my eyes, I’m back on that hunting trip on the Serengeti. Something is behind my eyes...

Tabitha 3

My DeviantArt page is getting so much traffic now! I’m up to 666,666 views! Everybody loves my latest piece, Superfluous Vivisection. I have a picture in my head that I want to bring to life, but I can’t quite get the right shade of red with any of my paints...

Lenora 3

I was going through Octavian's things and found what appears to be an antique book of deviant pornography. I find myself fascinated by the imagery- the lascivious figures inspire my imagination. Had I known Octavian had this kind of desire, I would have gladly indulged it. Perhaps he is not as dull as I had thought. I have hidden the images in my lingerie drawer.
Tabitha continues her filthy habit of chatting late into the night with her internet strangers. I might put a stop to it, if it didn't remind me so strongly of myself. Speaking of which, I must find myself a new lover... my Adonic postal worker has disappeared, replaced by a portly creature that can scarcely waddle from his truck to our doorstep.

Octavian 2

My family's failures continue to multiply. Paisley has been arrested twice this year, and I found what I assume is Tabitha's diary... full of inappropriate imagery. I took it for personal perusal. Also, Samson bit the mailman again. I suppose he doesn’t trust him, which might be the first quality instinct that beast has shown: I suspect that skunk of a mail carrier is sleeping with my wife.

Paisley 3

Well mom took my Lucifrex away... she saw I was taking more than the recommended dosage. Whatever, I had three left, so I took them before I went out to the club. Got my bad trip out of the way as I left the house: it looked like the dog turned into a monster and devoured the mailman. I didn't stress though. I kept walking and had a hell of a night.