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December 27, 2002
dwellers on the threshold floating about in my room at the moment, minimal sounds that make me feel at ease, that make me want to take this cows head into the bathroom and place it in the washer, for it needs to be cleaned of all the thick red blood covering its calm and peaceful smile, its tongue revealing metal flakes with letters outlining the future of existence. these special letters were supplied by some corporate figure that expresses himself with such eloquence yet seems to reveal a pig like interior, filthy swine! he has no blood left in him.