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Preface
i had fallen into the incident infatuated by death... i fell out of it only to realize that my life is ruled by it... many of you will read this, expecting a factual account of the incident that befell the city of buffalo, new york in the early fall of last year... unfortunately, you will not come to find that in my writings. you will not find that here....
many people have tried to hush me in my attempts to get this work published... even as far as governament officials showing up on my bedside in the ward posing threats against my life. no force will stop me from entailing how insanity crept into the world for those long days in the city of the dead... ntohing but the truth will release me from the horrors i faced when i stood upon the brink of existence...
these padded walls will not keep my mind from thinking..... no amount of drug will stop my thoughts from tearing me out from the inside..... sedation only prolongs my torture, taming it for short hours only to find it upon me unrelentingly driving me out of my mind... theres only one way to stop it... i must spread the truth...
no one knows what happen in the city... no one can accurately tell you what made it into a haven for the demented queries of the world.. but i can tell you the result... i, who have wandered through the streets of the dead can tell you the bitter hopelessness we face against the might of life...
only i can tell you how the world lives through death....
Memoirs from the City of Dead
i had fallen into the incident infatuated by death... i fell out of it only to realize that my life is ruled by it... many of you will read this, expecting a factual account of the incident that befell the city of buffalo, new york in the early fall of last year... unfortunately, you will not come to find that in my writings. you will not find that here....
many people have tried to hush me in my attempts to get this work published... even as far as governament officials showing up on my bedside in the ward posing threats against my life. no force will stop me from entailing how insanity crept into the world for those long days in the city of the dead... ntohing but the truth will release me from the horrors i faced when i stood upon the brink of existence...
these padded walls will not keep my mind from thinking..... no amount of drug will stop my thoughts from tearing me out from the inside..... sedation only prolongs my torture, taming it for short hours only to find it upon me unrelentingly driving me out of my mind... theres only one way to stop it... i must spread the truth...
no one knows what happen in the city... no one can accurately tell you what made it into a haven for the demented queries of the world.. but i can tell you the result... i, who have wandered through the streets of the dead can tell you the bitter hopelessness we face against the might of life...
only i can tell you how the world lives through death....
Memoirs from the City of Dead