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Post by zimmy on Nov 9, 2005 20:04:20 GMT -5
You know,I never really planned on getting a Diary.Seems like I'm writing a detailed book of my life for everyone to read.What's worse,is that of one person gets ahold of it,of anybody's,blackmail is so easy.Just sit there and say that you're going to tell you-know-what to you-know-who,and,as long as you have the evidence to fill up the blanks-sometimes,even that's not needed-,you've got it made.The blackmail-ee is at your mercy.And,at the moment,I guess I'm writing to that mysterious Dead Diary person,arn't I?Unless you're reading this,privacy-prier,then go away.Don't be as low as them.The jerks in the white coats,back at the Happy Home.Just drop the book,and back away slowly.Put it on the roof,leave it there,and when you pass by me,say the code,"My umbrella is drying,and the baby is digesting the lighter",then point up three times.If you can remember.That,or just sort of tell me.And,if noone is reading this,I'm just realizing how pointless this is. Anyways,as I was saying,I hate diaries.Too exposing.But,I kinda have to,or where else would I be able to store all of this info I found about me?And my brothers? I'll add in some more later-Dinner time.But,it's amazing.Stuff I never knew about myself.Even my blood-type.
All of this contained in a material-covered book,with lined paper,and a curvy,intracite design on each top left corner of the paper.The material covering the outside was a soft,cotten-y type,with a leather-brown color.All of this in her soon-to-be room on the third floor,position still pending at the moment.Her handwriting isn't horrible,but rather slanted,as if she'd been writting at an angle.This time,with a blue marker she found lying around...
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Post by zimmy on Nov 10, 2005 12:01:11 GMT -5
By the way,my blood type is AB,Thought I'd say that now. My little brother...Marcus...He was being injected with tabby kitten dna.Apparently,it was overdosed,and the mix with the dna and drugs they gave him to calm him down from his hyper-activity screwed with his system.It's not fair.They should be smart enough to know mixing stuff can lead to things worse than death,if their smart enough to make me what I am.But,then again,Dr.Keel never had many sucesses...I was special.Others sometimes even studied me.I think I mooned one guy,actually...He was speaking too much science stuff,acting like he knew more than he did-or maybe he just knew alot-,and I got dead sick of him.I skipped flicking him off,and just mooned him. It.Was.Hillarious. But that's beside the point.What is the point,is that I know lots more about myself.I now know I was schedualed to be 'decomissioned',they called it.Put to sleep.they were going to kill me,a month after me and Trey escaped.Murder.Why,you ask,evil person who's reading my diary/mysterious Dear Diary person?Because I was a success,for awhile.But they couldn't dull me out with most of their tranquilizers.That was important,becuase if they couldn't do that,I could've been a threat,though they've realized I suck at doing wrong things.But I was right.There is something that triggers me to go near 'insane'.Now,listen to this-Primary colors.And sunflower seeds. I'm sorry,but that's just stupid.How does genetic testing make me get all macho Terminator when I see way too many primary colors,or digest too many sunflower seeds?That...makes no sence.More too come-Off flying.
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Post by zimmy on May 16, 2007 21:04:36 GMT -5
So, Dead Diary person, been enjoying the silence? Well, it's not exactly silent anymore, sharing a room with Deltar, but you get it. Wait. Of course you don't get it. You're dead. Anyways, I found mum. It was... increadibly horrible, and horribly increadible. I mean, I got to see my mom!! Right there, in the flesh, no matter how fleshless I was at the moment. She looks horrible, and leaves our rooms alone. I've stolen a little money from her purse, under the statement that it was allowence for the subtle straightening-up I did around the house. She's seen me once. I think she thinks she's crazy for thinking she thought she saw me (and I think you think you're brain is going to implode from all that thinking, mystery evil diary reader and Dead Diary person).
I've seen Trey, but he didn't exactly look too happy to see me. So I left the poor guy alone.
I'm still not sure why I can hardly do anything bad anymore. I mean, back at the lab, I MOONED a guy... I didn't have to go Dobby and start ironing my butt after doing that. Actually, I felt better than ever. I think it was around that time doing bad started getting harder, though. I might never figure out how they did that.
Oh, and did I forget? There's a scientist at the House.
OUR HOUSE.
The wh ore. Thinking it could walts right in and try to "blend". It sucks I couldn't have known before, if I had, she would've been gone ages ago. Okay, I know I'm making myself to be uber-macho, but maybe if I load up with sunflower seeds, my morals will vanish and that demon kitten will definately have scars on her butt. Anyways, too hungry to write more. I'll ask Zepher to get some sunflower seeds later. For now I'll settle for a Twinkie.
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