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the words in the last entry were not mine. i said so in the subject heading.
but these words are:
my mother died. i didn't know what to do. i don't talk to my dad anymore, you know. he's a bastard. the only family i had left was my brother. so we tried to transmute her. i know what you're thinking, it's wrong, inhumane, it goes against the laws of thermodynamics. but she was the only family we had left. it was a horrible mistake. i lost my arm and leg saving my brother's soul in time and affixing it to a nearby suit of armour. i can't feel it anymore, but the pain is nothing compared to his.
i didn't go to paris. i didn't see my teacher die. it was my mother. and we went to montreal to seek the philosopher's stone. but the montrealites and their weird french customs disapproved of the military. it was hard finding people to trust us.
we finally got it, but i went missing. hence my absence. but i'm back and so glad. you don't know how hard it was being away. i was sold on the canadian black market to a brutal hungarian man named lászló. he worked me hard. but i finally escaped through the underground railroad. a woman named latoya took me in. she was such a kind woman. she kept me in her basement while the crackers kept looking for me. she made me give her sexual favours in exchange for her kindness. i felt a bit degraded, but i owed it to her. her pubes got stuck in my teeth, and she laughed at me and called me hairtooth. i wept. but i told myself, "jermaine. you are bigger than this. you are roughly 6'7" no matter what your pictures may say. you don't need her."
so i ran away. i managed to hitchhike my way back to my dorm in toronto. i never go to class, though, so i didn't really miss much.
and here i am. i hope you'll forgive me for leaving you like that. there's just so much you don't know about me... but i'm willing to open up. if you'll let me. :/
oh yeah, i met paris hilton last week ♥
but these words are:
my mother died. i didn't know what to do. i don't talk to my dad anymore, you know. he's a bastard. the only family i had left was my brother. so we tried to transmute her. i know what you're thinking, it's wrong, inhumane, it goes against the laws of thermodynamics. but she was the only family we had left. it was a horrible mistake. i lost my arm and leg saving my brother's soul in time and affixing it to a nearby suit of armour. i can't feel it anymore, but the pain is nothing compared to his.
i didn't go to paris. i didn't see my teacher die. it was my mother. and we went to montreal to seek the philosopher's stone. but the montrealites and their weird french customs disapproved of the military. it was hard finding people to trust us.
we finally got it, but i went missing. hence my absence. but i'm back and so glad. you don't know how hard it was being away. i was sold on the canadian black market to a brutal hungarian man named lászló. he worked me hard. but i finally escaped through the underground railroad. a woman named latoya took me in. she was such a kind woman. she kept me in her basement while the crackers kept looking for me. she made me give her sexual favours in exchange for her kindness. i felt a bit degraded, but i owed it to her. her pubes got stuck in my teeth, and she laughed at me and called me hairtooth. i wept. but i told myself, "jermaine. you are bigger than this. you are roughly 6'7" no matter what your pictures may say. you don't need her."
so i ran away. i managed to hitchhike my way back to my dorm in toronto. i never go to class, though, so i didn't really miss much.
and here i am. i hope you'll forgive me for leaving you like that. there's just so much you don't know about me... but i'm willing to open up. if you'll let me. :/
oh yeah, i met paris hilton last week ♥