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[20 Sep 2006|08:18pm]
No thunderstorm, no alcohol, no findings, no nothing. NOTHING.
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[15 Sep 2006|02:57pm]
Still hot. Broke someone's nose in yesterday. Need to get away from here.
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[11 Sep 2006|04:45pm]
you sure you want to be with me?
i've nothing to give
won't lie and say this loving's best
whoa, leave us in emotional peace
mmm, take a walk take a rest, a taste of this

don't wanna be on top of your list,
monopoly improperly kissed
we overcome in sixty seconds the strength we had together
but for now, emotional ties they stay severed
and when there's trust there'll be treats
when we funk we'll hear beats

you and me, walking through the suburbs
no, not exactly lovers
we're a couple, 'specially when our bodies double
duplicate and then we wait
for the next kuwait

karmacoma
jamaican aroma, karmacoma

you sure you want to be with me?
i've nothing to give
won't lie and say this loving's best
whoa, leave us in emotional peace
nmm, take a walk take a rest, a taste of this

There's more pleasure in music than there used to be. Lyrics make more sense, beats makes more of a change. I'm glad Number Nine isn't here to hear me say that. I've been distracted lately. Changing, I suppose. In a place like this, who would have thought it? It's very hot. Can barely think. There's nothing to drink on this bloody island. Might kill someone if this continues. Very frustrated. In serious need of good a thunderstorm.

Locked to Luxord.Collapse )
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[07 Sep 2006|06:25pm]
Okay, whoever exchanged every single image of my porn collection with tubgirl.jpg, actually retaining the orginal filenames.. I am in awe. You must have the single most one-track mind in any world I have ever encountered. Also, you must be rather bored. I applaud your achievement.
Also, you successfully managed to make the frontal lobe of my brain explode on the first image load, so you don't have to worry about my being angry with you. Talk to me, man.
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[01 Sep 2006|09:11am]
What happened the other day took me by surprise. Not the approach of that kid, but the fact that my errant search amongst the wreckage down by the bay-side eventually paid off, albeit late post removal of its actual content. I admit I didn't get much work done after Luxord went to sleep, I found collecting any thoughts a strangely difficult task even through the cutting. I guess his sudden appearance was a little too exciting even for me to remain cool throughout.
   It's been almost two days since he winked out, but I'm not concerned; his symptoms fits my own apart from the dehydration due to excessive exposure to the sun and heat. He has a fever still, but I'm keeping him cool when he needs it, and force what little water is left down his throat with a sponge. It works. He'll be around eventually.
   And after that, who knows? Perhaps we should search for the others once blondie is stronger - it appears number six and eight survived the onslaught as well, though I have yet to encounter them myself, and good riddance - or perhaps we should not. I have heard from the villagers of larger islands called Nijima and Kinta, where the influence of their god seems to have no hold; a pit of sin. Gambling. Excessive consumption. Bigotry. Indulgence. All the things a good, pious Muranoan should avoid, and everything that I'm starving for. Good, honest indulgence. And, additionally, a wealth of electrical power that I would be delighted to harness. This is one of the few times I wish I was accompanied by Larxene; her affinity for the electrical would be a great asset.. but, no matter. I am confident my own power will be a sufficient force for the activity.
   For now, we remain.


Wake up soon.
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[25 Aug 2006|09:18pm]
NO.
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[25 Aug 2006|08:20pm]
I have a heart. I have a heart. I'm bleeding, my heart is pounding the plasma out of the tiny veins under my fingernail. Which means that something must be in there. A heart. A HEART.

I'm
certainly not crying, you know.
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[13 Aug 2006|09:04pm]
Apparently it's been five days since my awakening and I still can't make heads or tails out of it. Once I had crawled to the treeline I must have passed out again, because I had another inexplicable waking this afternoon. It seems I didn't go anywhere this time though. I suppose one should be thankful of small mercies. I am bedridden on an island called Murano, in some village the people haven't even bothered to name. They say they are victims of the second hurricane, and it's obvious they believe that I too must be another, thought of more recent stock. At the moment I will give them right in their assumptions, for I honestly have no idea where Murano is located, or even in which world. If a hurricane truly did bring me here though, I won't call myself a victim at all. Quite the contrary.
   The people here are mild-mannered and generous with what they have. They give praise to some deity of theirs at every chance given, and personally I can't stand it. When they asked if I was from another island, since I didn't know of their god, or whatever it is, I said that yes, I must be, and that I don't remember. I don't like lying about it, but it's partially true anyway.
   I seem to be weaker than I first thought, can barely walk across the room on my own. What's infinitely worse though; I cannot summon my lances. I intended to bring one to use as something to lean on, and it just didn't come. There was nothing to grasp at, not even an outward surge toward them. I haven't been so frustrated by my own weakness since my father - I was fiv. I'm not even going to finish that sentence. What the hell?
   Anyway. I'm staying here until I can walk, and then I'm going to find out where this is, on a grander scale. I'm tired all the time, and concerned for the others. Not worried. But concerned nonetheless.
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Off. [10 Aug 2006|01:26am]
Took my day off today. Probably should have told someone; very tumultous in kitchen later. Think someone tried to eat one of the Heartless because they couldn't find the cereal. Never going to hear the end of this. Fun watching people snap from hungerpains though, Lexaeus might have broken someone's nose by supper. Not going to be mine.

First drink at eight thirty, refrained from further indulgence on Xemnas' request. Also attempted to follow suggestion he made, so asked a few of the boys to drink tonight. Don't think anyone heard over the racket, but will remind them if I remember. What don't I do for number one? Truth be told, some are cool once drinking starts. Will yank Xig by the tail at least. Had fun last time, though he doesn't remember. Wuss.

Think work is paying off at castle. Beast madder than Saïx on a blue moon. Heading there tomorrow, think twerp will be there soon. May force my hand, but might be fun excersise anyway. Need to stab something soon, being generous and nice is killing appetite. Dragoons restless.
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Co-workers. Can't live without 'em. Or can you? [09 Aug 2006|03:28am]
Sweet Jesus, did he actually measure that?
What the hell is wrong with people?
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