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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jul 31, 2009 5:25:19 GMT -5
It was fire. Hell fire all around me, then the whole place came down on top of me pinning me to an eternity of agonising sorrow and loneliness.
But no my friend, this was only the pilot episode of the clown. The show must go on. And so it shall, oh it shall.
I've no rational explanation how I got out from underneath the rubble and debris of the funhouse but all I know is that I'm free of the cursed place now. It was all wrong. So wrong. That angel of pain did do me a great favour in allowing me to see my sins. The house of so much sin. I have yet to find this angel of oh so much pain, and... Thank it for giving me the chance to repent in my own, amusing way.
Where did the hatchet go? Oh dearest one, why did it leave me on the eve of destruction? I have no idea when I last had touch of it in my grasp of dominence. That is what brought this angel to me. I had gotten power drunk from making my own little town and capitol that I lost all rational thought. .....We know now how to get the attention. But that attention brought us the wrong audience. If we are to obtain and real horrorshow audience with intention not of pain and anger we must change our plan of attack shalln't we Mr. Diary?
The Psycho..... Where is the Psycho?.....
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