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. . . hello. Journal thingy that is not mine. Not my usual log, at any rate. I bet you came from the Nexus, didn't you. And you followed me "home."

And you've already made friends - and been around since sometime last year bloody smashing hell how the fuck did you manage that, seeing as how you're telling me this is my "LiveJournal." Whatever ( Read more... )

( He doesn't fall on his face this time. That helps. )

Yet another failure. Damn it all, it seemed like that one might actually take me to Paradise ( Read more... )

( dust jacket cover )

. . . hello? Who is this?

Who are you?

How did you find me? What do you want?

. . . hello?

“K pggnt wwe uhpb, ohu dlc weod. Alv hgos ynq gnifz rgd uk wc fxiil. Alv qqcc uiyo uade, jmf C jreje fobuk zx ncl. G sudal ztzc as aka rhvk tzyehgf qw tuh hof. B ek vyio jmk cln. P ed xjs lmls, dcd A llyzf koep rsr mv tziesh ynq vralmip milb jjxwe mv xyi hcjp wvqss.”
“A kidimv.”
“Dlcg vrg, pj psw hgssg bduj yich nf mepkc vhb jrv gbdsgu.”“L lomeh ( Read more... )

-ture is unlike anythi--\It went out into the sky and then it came back

And now it'sbright white jackets a cage so comfortable

the flowers are coming in nicely this yearera seer ase eraseer aseera seeras eeraseout beyond the windows look it's night but it's bright as day

The island awaits.

I see a lightbulb flickering wildly, a grid cutting itself in half, and a surge/a scream of rebirth.

The afterbirth is swallowed by wolves.

QPEXH PQAMY MAODZ KHEBX YYBVS JLMFQ MLLWP RIZRI
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"You're not dead," the tin man is saying as we step into the white room. In the room there are three chairs: one for me, one for the tin man, and one for the Good       of the West.

“Ybx scvbg gt vq gvf krmdf, gvro’h bmu?”

"The TOPKJ VJQWT LIPGF KKBZQ Road is long and ******, but you'll get there eventually." That is her talking. I'm just ( Read more... )