iwascloned

Woke up drunk. Think something bit me last night. This place is a freakish thousand-eyed tornado of hamster shit. A whole city's worth of neanderthals, demented cowfuckers, and fuckwit children. Hand's finally knitted together enough that I can write, but nothing to write about. Nurses keep jabbing these clean needles full of some dull hatred into me, and I think it's collecting in the pockets of my veins. When i sit still, which is too often now, I can feel it expanding in there, like that foam building sealant, or the self-replicating disassemblers some kid made in his maker a few years back. Can't live here anymore. Just ate too many of a lot of pills. If this really was just a hallucination, maybe that'll wake me up. Otherwise, fuck every single shitsucking one of you. Goodnight.

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31 CENT: Skinny blond kid

GUNS GUY: Black hair ... suspiciously similar to "The Ford." May be a clone.

CIGARETTES: Irish pirate

QUEERO 1: Insomniac refrigerator

QUEERO 2: Biker with acrylic nails.

CREEPY SON OF A BITCH: White-haired midget

PURPLE-HAIR SHEENA: Purple-black hair, 5'5. [the next part is written larger and very sloppily.]  friend of yukari or yuffie. probably both.

This is tucked into the front of the journal with the words "YUKARI YUFFIE" scribbled on it.