Measure 13.

Jul 18, 2008 12:16

[voice post]

So. Murder here, too.

Since the day of police state, I am remembering more and more... Making my head to be dizzy.

I was once saying prayers to the dark. Some force come save me, come bring Mr. Manager back from the angels. The blood on the floor should not have been his. He do a job. Shot for it.

Instead, shall it be me, who...

[fails to find the words, sighs, playing idle chords on Klavier's keyboard]

Is this different? Or did Mr. Blitza get in way of someone's plan of malice too?

I had thought this place different. But loyalty and trust cannot be misplaced.

Here is my loyalty - to the music. That is all.

Well, maybe also to puppy. A little. [chuckle]

[Plays an extended arrangement of Palchelbel's Canon in D]

nightmares involving daryan crescend, piano, hip hop boy, log: wocky, voice post, this place is frightening, english is confusing

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