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Jun 19, 2008 21:25

Pseudomonarchia Daemonum.

Oops. That was fairly easy, and it's almost alarming.


I hate this place. I hate everything in it, and that I can't find a way to go back home. Already established the point that I can't even to begin to remember how I got here, or what happened, and that I'll be grounded when I get back. So it must be this place, right? It's happening to everyone else, even if they're not losing memories.

I just hate it. I really fucking hate it.

And what's worse is that I can't remember what he was even beginning to do or he was talking about last. Our last conversation -- it's only relapsing over and over with mother. Wasn't she sick the last time I was speaking to her?

Fuck, I just want to understand why. Why am I here? How the hell did I get here?

And seriously, does there have to be another version of myself here?

[ooc; bonus points if you understand what that is.]

the other half of me, daaaaaaad!, father, mother, in ur cities plottin ur demise, parents, is dat sum demonology?, secretly angsting on the inside

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