September 24th 2009September 24th, 2009 - I’ve seen the dark man 4 times since I last wrote. Every time he was about to speak though he was silenced by a skeleton. exept of course the last one but you wouldnt know about that exept you were crazy like me. But then it stil would not be the same. Yould probably see fluffy blue dogs or something. Anyways I was talking about the last meeting, interuption with the dark man. I was walking throug the park. dazed. I mean a bicycler had just come through me. I mean he just vanished. He didn’t hit me.September 24th 2009
JDM sept 20thSeptember 20th, 2009JDM sept 20th
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Ok. I defienetly think theres a few marbles missing now from my brain. This crazyness is startin to show up more. And its getting worse too. The gummies were just the first of em. Vines turn to tentacles to grab me. Skeleton rats seem to follow me everywhere. And then there’s that dog. I went down too the corner shop to buy some more smokes, when I saw this dark guy; whos face covered by a hood or something; appear like he had come from nowhere I couldn’t tell if he were looking at
September 16thSeptember 16th, 2009September 16th
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Been a week since I wrote in here. Been a week since anything happened. Nothing to big i guess. I told my girlfriend about it. Susan didn't seem to hear me. I guess girlfriends don't like to hear about their boyfriends going insane. Anyways, heres what happened. I was working at the old lightbulb factory. One of the machines broke down you see? Anyway, I was replacing the wires in the bulbs and old Herb calls my name. I looked up at him for a minute. He asked me about my work checks. He complained about these bots running us tool boys out of business. We talked for a bit and old Herb decided to talk to the
The Journal of a Doomed ManSeptemeber 9th 2009The Journal of a Doomed Man
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My name is Thomas Stinnes. I'm 29 and unmarried. Ha, look at myself, writing about myself as if this was some online dating info page. The truth is my life bites. Short and sweet. Well. Not sweet. sour. more sour than sour patch kids you can buy down at the corner store. Never did like those things. Anyways, I work at a brokedown lightbulb factory. Reparing the bots packaging the orders clearing the floors, whatever. Guess the point is my job is about strength and using my hands. and i think I've never been one for much thinking. and this journal? Its a thinking mans deal. I don't care much for it myself, b
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