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Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Structural lack of Collapse

I found an assortment of buildings, some sort of structural site. Looks empty and forested.

It's oddly cold here. Suddenly got cold.

Inside one of the empty structures was this computer. Looking around for anything else.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

questions Not answering

Aches and pains. The rain has stopped.

I think I see a city far off. An actual city. With buildings.

And no, I don't know where I am. The city nearby should tell me, though.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Teller of, What

Got a lot of walking done. I'm either sleeping for very long lengths of time or these computers' calendars are ahead. It doesn't feel like I've been here for that long.

It's looking a little bit rainy. I'm gonna hide.

Don't ask.

Monday, August 22, 2011

New template

I found a grocery store. Computers here work. Decided to fuck around and change up my blog's appearance a bit.

I dunno. Just bah, I'm tired. Need sleep.
The door is soaking wet. No one is around.

Screw the internet, I'm getting out of this house. I don't know when I'll be able to post again but fuck it who cares bye.

just stop

let there be silence
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STOP YELLING STOP YELLING STOP YELLING STOP YELLING STOP YELLING

I'm not doing anything. See? Just typing. In my blog.

It's just my blog. I promise. It's not about you, dad. It's actually about this girl who lives down the street, named Sam. She's not supposed to be here, but she is.

..just like me.

Oh, I didn't mean anything by that! I'm sure I'll grow to love it here, you're right.

Oh no, the school said they were full.

..they did. I swear, they did, you can ask mum.

No, dad, you'll just hear exactly what mum and I heard. The school is full.

I don't know what I'm gonna do without a school.

I'm not

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Okay. I get it, dad.

..nothing!

I guess I'm just stressed because of the school not letting me in, y'know? It's

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Why do you always

I'm not just trying to contradict you, goddammit.

No, you listen!

And I am your son!

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No, I let you finish plenty of times!

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old kaing cole was a ma erry old soul
ad a merry old soul wa he
 so hr called for is pipe
and he called for his bowl
can he aalled for his fiddlers three
every fiddler he had a fiddle
and a very fine fiddle had he
o there was none who could compare
to the very very fair
king cole and his fiddlers three
Oh god please the banging, oh my god oh my god, just open the door open the door hurry up get it over with please TPS BANGING
Please just go away.
Something's banging against the door.

Oh god, I don't want to check.

Signal is weird here

I'm cold. It's been a long night.

Yet I feel so warm and content. Like I wouldn't want to leave this place for the world.

Like stepping through that door was the best thing that could have happened to me.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Also this

My camera is a good several dozen miles away. I went to sleep under a tree one night and when I woke up, it was gone. Weird, though. I haven't seen any animals.

HOT

Forgot to mention in last post. The door led to a shed somewhere. Found myself in some forest.

Fucking hotter than a KISS concert in Hell. Don't ask where I am, 'cause I really don't know. At least I have internet, right?
Turns out the fucking gas station has a signal. I get the feeling I'm approaching a more civilized place now.
Good. I'm getting very sick of forest.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Monday, August 1, 2011

In the Presence of Enemies V



The Camper wasn't just Sam.

That email is from J. LaBrie.

The Doors surround me in their elegance, crying out to me with their incomprehensibly complex progressions. I can hear Nathan calling out to me to say "Hellay."

It's time to choose. Is my soul my own, or does it belong to these goddamn "Camper" cultists with their organized crime?

The police still haven't gotten back to me.

To quote Mike Portnoy reciting John Petrucci's lyrics in "In the Presence of Enemies," It's time for your reckoning.