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| 10:06pm 04/02/2005 |
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It broke. My entire installation broke and, I fell head first on Pierre's desk, breaking his ink bottle.
Now, my fur is speckled with ink.
Etera got morphed into a Lenny. It was a matter of time...before, I suppose.
I don't see why, though. Sketch Zaf, to Mutant Lenny, to Darigan Zaf?
I fail to see any logic... |
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| 08:18am 24/01/2005 |
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They all are able to show their face to the world. All, but me. I'm too scared, I'm too scared, I don't want to be someone. |
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| 05:22pm 16/01/2005 |
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It has come to my attention than the people I live with use this type of...LiveJournal to communicate.
When I first to work with this thing, the "servers" were down.
If you read properly, you'd notice my name is Barnabooth. I am an illusionist Zafara.
Due to problems in my youth...I decided to only let my voice tell everything. No one can judge me by my body...
I might or might now tell more about this.
Until then, farewell. |
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