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Post by Leoxander on Jul 29, 2006 8:39:27 GMT -5
Torn free from it's place of origin, this book page is well worn, ripped by winds and stained by waters. Black ink is heavily smudged, and barely legible. The writing can be identified as Leoxander's.
"When you can't even trust yourself, how can you trust others? Note to self: that bastard Tommy looks ready to slit some throats. After weeks on end with nothing but waves on the horizon, sometimes the bottom of the ocean floor even seems appealing to walk on. I'm not sure where we're headed. (written in questionably, crooked: 'Hollow?') But the farther away we get, the better. Can't expect everyone to graciously accept a loss, right? Funny, sometimes I think it wouldn't have to be that way. Then I feel a knife in my back and remember the smart way to live existence. This place better have some packed pockets, I haven't eaten in a damn week."
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Post by Leoxander on Aug 4, 2006 9:03:51 GMT -5
This page is waterlogged. It's short statements in ink are smudged and faded.
"Somebody on this boat pissed off Mother Nature something fierce..."
"We're all going to die."
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Post by Leoxander on Jun 21, 2007 19:07:25 GMT -5
A simple mystery - solved? (This page is heavily waterlogged)
"Mother nature
...it would seem....
found companionship ...away from Father Time."
"I... hate dragons."
"But not as much as this one seems to hate us."
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