r.i.p. kyler
january 27, 1983 -- november 17, 1999

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-- fuck fuck fuck, she was still alive all this time?! everything was foolproof, how could i -- i mean -- i don't know if i want SHIT.

...i need to get some fresh air. need to clear my fuckin' head. yes.

and why did the tree come back?

well, aside from reading all that crap about london or wherever, the day wasn't a total fuckin' waste.

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guess this means i've finally won against her, huh?

heh.

best of luck in hell, then.

...che. au fuckin' revoir, universe.

it's not like i'm going to miss you when we're gone.

see, you're just fuckin' lucky you got out of my tree when you did. otherwise...

heh. ♥

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THERE'S SOMEONE OUTSIDE MY FUCKING WINDOW RIGHT NOW, ISN'T THERE

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that was actually... pretty fuckin' satisfying, if i do say so myself.

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still, why the hell am i even privatizing this? s'not like they don't know i was there, i had the goddamn knife and everything, and -- fuck fuck SHIT fuck i'm turning into her, aren't i? stupid fuckin' feeling bullshit, why am i even thinking about this FUCK ( Read more... )

insert relevant statement pertaining to my being alive here.

also, this is late, but my hair color was really fuckin' inconvenient when that gemini-bastard decided to go off and play the retard with that so-called assassination attempt. i'm just now getting the fuck out of hiding ( Read more... )

...i did not just sleep for three whole fuckin' days straight, did i? goddamn, i feel like i've been hit by a ton of bricks.

funny thing is, i don't think i even dreamed anything this time around.

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well.

[filter; sydney angels, minus dwayne]

so. are we gonna do anything, or are we gonna do anything? i'm gettin' restless over here.

it's times like this where i wish i had a fuckin' baby food jar, vinegar, and a really fuckin' nice lead pipe on hand.

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...and this is what you get for putting faith in people, you asshole. congratulations! you're one step closer to eight years ago all over again.