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AnguishI also wasn't this tired, so perhaps sleep deprivation has taken its toll.
I think that's all, noticed I was being out angsted.
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Welcome to the 21st Century1st of JanuaryWelcome to the 21st Century
I’m not sure how else to start this diary, so I suppose I will just start this simply. My name is Robby or Robert if you feel the need. I am 19 years old, and I live in suburbia. I would give my address but I’m absolutely paranoid of someone else reading this. You’re probably wondering why a 19 year old male teenager is sitting at a desk in his own little room writing a diary instead of getting smashed in the usual manner. Yeah well, I’m not your average teenager, ok? Plus a friend of mine recommended that I write this to get some things off my chest, apparently it’s therapeutic. She’s
by ~Dark-One-of-Newlyn
Ad Infinitum - The BeginningIt was the perfect escape from reality, an escape into an endlessly vast world of almost limitless possibilities. His hand resting lightly on the smooth plastic mouse, his eyes staring into a lit void, the neurons of his brain firing into vast chasms of thought and imaginings. The small and geometrically precise room was lit only by the glow of the screen before him, and each time the screen changed a subtle new cascade of colours filtered onto the walls. From another room in the house emanated the muffled sound of a television which seemed somehow distant, despite the silence of the rest of the house. It was currently showing a news report,Ad Infinitum - The Beginning
by ~Dark-One-of-Newlyn
Rubble doesn't grow...If only the bombs hadn’t fallen. If only the fire and death hadn’t rained down on us. Son, the world used to be a beautiful place before all of this. There actually used to be a green created by something other than radiation. There used to be beautiful landscapes and clear blue skies. Even the rain was nicer back then, not like this acid rain crap we get now. Maybe next time you find yourself scavenging in the wasteland, you can try and imagine grass on the ground instead rubble. My god, it seems like only yesterday they issued the warning for a nuclear attack. Of course, by then I guess most people had gotten their own nuclear bunRubble doesn't grow...
by ~Dark-One-of-Newlyn
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- Current Residence: Adelaide
- Interests: Stuff
- Favourite movie: The Prestige/A Scanner Darkly
- Favourite band or musician: The Mars Volta/Porcupine Tree
- Favourite genre of music: Whatever sounds good (subjective)
- Favourite artist: Andrew Jones
- Favourite style of art: Good (subjective)
- Operating System: Windows XP
- MP3 player of choice: An (radiation leaking?) iPod
- Skin of choice: Human
- Email: mrdarcy42@hotmail.com
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Despite all my rage,
I'm still like a rat in a cage.
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Ianto: Did you bring the alarm de-activator?
Owen lowers silenced pistol and shoots off padlock.
Ianto: Well, that's one way of doing it.
I exist.
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Row Row Fight Da POWA!!!!
Nice to know that you know I exist.
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York: You abandoned your command!
Mike: *mumbles*
York: What?
Mike: I went to the toilet.
York: Well, you were gone an awfully long time.
- Hyperdrive
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"Technology. It's supposed to free you, but all it does is trap you. I got a Laptop. You open it up, 'BJING, BJING, BJING, WHAT'S THE MAGIC WORD?' I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!! You're supposed to be HELPING!!"
- Dyaln Moran, What It Is
Wow, I'm almost honored.
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"Technology. It's supposed to free you, but all it does is trap you. I got a Laptop. You open it up, 'BJING, BJING, BJING, WHAT'S THE MAGIC WORD?' I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!! You're supposed to be HELPING!!"
- Dyaln Moran, What It Is
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