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 Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 11:39 am
You walk down the street and your eyes pass over a run-down "house".  The address says "777", but it doesn't necessarily LOOK like heaven. On the front lawn, there is a sigh that says "Keep off the loose soil". A sign behind it states "STOP STEPPING ON THE DEAD."   Nothing much is inside, but there is one door that leads down into an endless basement, filled with torture chambers with torturing devices and...thousands of people. On one of those levels is a wall, dripping red with fresh blood and a paint bucket stained with a paint brush laying over top, blood dripping onto the floor. The following statements is what he writes in his diary, named Die-ary. Copyright Jhonen Vasquez
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 11:41 am
Dear Die-ary,
I stared, motionlessly, before the morror. As always, I stayed until I'm convinced that there is no glass, nothing, separating me from the room I see on the other side.
I imagine that everything is different over there. Better. There are people in that world, who I would like.
But, like always, my hand hits that glass.
I know that I'd only waited just one more second...
s**t.
I'm gonna go kill a party clown.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 4:27 pm
Dear Die-ary,
Today I stuffed some dolls full of dead rats I put in the blender.
I'm wondering if, maybe, there really is something wrong with me.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 4:28 pm
Dear Die-ary,
I know better than to simply assume a complete justification for my actions,
but...
What a week.
What a great ********' week.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 4:29 pm
Dear, Diary
I seem to be dead.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 4:33 pm
Sometimes...
You can cry until there is nothing wet in you.
You can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and ruptures.
You can pray, all you want, to whatever god you think will listen.
And still it makes NO difference.
It goes on with no sign as to when it might release you.
And you know that if it ever did relent...
It would not be because it cared.
~written in blood before everything went black.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 4:34 pm
Dear Die-ary,
I've been to heaven and hell...
And I still don't know whether there is a god or a devil.
Still...
It's something to write about.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 4:39 pm
Dear Die-ary,
The passions that drive us should be the ones we respect and admire. To feel contempt for one's own motivations is a vulgar thing.
Too often, it seems, I;ve succumbed to less than admirable compulsions driven by this furiously reprehensible machine of mine.
So many things inside that I can do without - desires and urges and whatnot.
So extraneous.
By the time I write in this book again, I hope to be as cold as the moon that lights this page.
~written before dead.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 4:43 pm
~after awakening cold and alive.
Dear Die-ary,
There's nothing terribly wrong with feeling lost, so long as that feeling precedes some plan on your part to actually do something about it.
Too often a person grows complacent with their disillusionment, perpetually wearing their "discomfort" like a favorite shirt,
I can't say I'm very pleased at where my life is just now...
But I can't help but look forward to where it's going.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 5:55 pm
Dear Die-ary,
The world is cruel. Death must be accepted. There are some who do not realize this. They hide behind the fact that life should be happy. Life needs to end at some point.
...What a week...
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 4:55 pm
Dear Die-ary,
I almost went out of control today.
It seems to be stronger every day.
I don't know how long it will be until I loose full control.
Well... At least I still have you.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 9:56 am
Aelfric soon got to the front of Johnny's house and walked slowly up to the door, knowing perfectly well that by know Johnny knew he was there. Now up to the door he knocked on it softly three times and took a big step back.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 2:03 pm
Die-ary.
Did you hear that?
Someone knocked on our door.
Should I answer?
I'm afraid...
Johnny stood up and walked to the door; he opened it a crack and peered out. "Yeeees?"
Screams of his prisoners was heard behind him.
"SHUT UP!" He turned his attention back to the person outside his door.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 7:01 pm
Aelfric smiled a bit, amused by Johnny's hello, hearing the screams perfectly, but they just made him laugh inside of his head even more. "Johnny was it? It's good to see you. May I come in for a talk?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 9:29 am
Johnny's eyes widened as the Lelansk asked him to go in his house. "Sure?" He grimaced and turned around. "I'll be back up." He walked down the steps to the basement. People hung down in straightjackets, screaming in pain. Nny took out a sword and yelled, "SHUT UP, I TELL YOU!!!"
"I'M SORRY!! I WON'T DO IT EVER AGAIN!" one of his prisoners yelled.
Nny laughed. "IF YOU'D HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THE CONSEQUENSES, YOU'D NEVER WOULD HAVE CALLED ME NAMES IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!" Sometimes,m i jusst wonder.... Why don't I get myself a pair of earplugs? He sliced off the person's head, splattering blood on his shirt. He smirked and walked back upstairs.
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