His Journal

Plastic, waiting until your demise. What is the purpose? Nothing?
Anything? Hiding behind a door? Well, that’s mine certainly. I have been hearing this weird guy saying he has a surprise for me at the door. Don’t believe me? Listen to it at 5 AM.

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Those things.. called alternates. I’m not in Mandela, which is a relief. I hope the mayor of EVERYTHING just stops it. I’m tired of waiting for this guy to stop. He just won’t stop saying that. I watched this new video named Smile tapes. I’m slowly going crazy. I’m forced to smile now. Really, I can’t stop. I can’t stop here.

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Hello! I can’t stop. So, I took this anti smile medicine. I’m glad I did. Because it’s 2009 now. I hope this works. The machine. The car that would bring dreams to me, every single day. The alternates were a problem, now the smiley virus is a problem.. I can’t wait to get back to my job. I miss my co workers. They were such good friends..

Continuing tommorow