Monday, September 3, 2012

Again


I didn’t recognize any of it this time. I don’t know what to do anymore. Andrew was killed by the Grotesque, plain and simple. I have no other place to go. Apparently I’m supposed to tell people’s stories. Unfortunately, I can’t even do that right.

I’m just going to go pass out face-down in a ditch somewhere…
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4 comments:

  1. YukiSeptember 3, 2012 at 10:04 PM

    I'm going to join you

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    1. the Silent ObserverSeptember 3, 2012 at 10:05 PM

      In the ditch? I didn't think they were that popular.

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    2. YukiSeptember 3, 2012 at 10:05 PM

      I meant I'm going to travel with you.

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    3. Disputing MadnessSeptember 11, 2012 at 5:12 PM

      Don't know if you're all that welcome, snowflake. I hope you're alright, SO.

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