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That Innsmouth is beautiful this time of year. I think I'll head there soon.


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Twisting and turning bile words burning this is what rage is made of...

Whats happening? Hell... even I've lost track of what is going on in this damned city. Do I regret things I say? Lets just say I say to much and mean to little.

Actually at this point I'm not sure what I mean by ANYTHING anymore....

This world twists and turns so violently now I really feel like I'm in some kind of H.P. Lovecraft story. I've seen shadows move of their own accord and people walk then disappear into nothing.. As the shadow and people ebb and flow so does my grip on meaning in my words. *sigh* I just... dont understand anything thats going on now... I may not wish a long miserable life on anyone but for one damend soul that has been the bane of my life ever since I met him and to him I wish a very long live with perfect health so that he may see the death of everyone that he ever 'cared' about. More or less just bullied with threats of suicide he did... drove me insane for a short while...


Thats enough ramblings from me... off to Innsmouth I go!