Sunday, April 11, 2010

Friday, April 2, 2010

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Those who walk in darkness wander aimlessly.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Still Alive

Can't say where. Can't say what I'm doing. But he hasn't gotten me yet.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

T̪̠̝̦̬͎ͣ̎͐̓̓̆ͧh̰̼̤̜̩̑͗̽̎͐͘͠e̶̻̞̍͌̿ͭ̍ͭ́͢͜ ̮͍̳̼̤̼̻̂ͯ͆̑̋͋͛͘͝F͎̠̗͂̆̾̈́̒̎ͯ͟i̸̫̪̰̩̰̖̜̳ͫ̓̍ͭͭͨ̃̓ͅf̋ͬ̚͝҉҉͎̖̰̥͖̖̱t̟̫͇̹̪̦̗͗h̶̞̯͖̭͚͕͕̎̀̾͂͆͗͒̎͜ ̸̣̫̜͗ͫĄ̢̌͒͒ͩͭ̚҉͇̻̫͔

4͕̠̥͔͐̿̓ͥͫ̿̔̇̓͜ ̶͇͚͉̰͕̳ͮ̀̃͗ͦ̂̒̈́番ͮͪͩ͡҉̩目̸͈̬͊͆ͯ͒͢の͉͚̫̣͔͉̄̇̎ͣ́̃͋̂ア͔̻̥͍̊̀̕͠͡リ̶̛͈̬̘͈ͫ̍̿ͪͫ̕ス ̴̷̡̪̠̥͕̪̓̏͂ツ̔͑͑̒̆̄̀́̚͏̝̫̣̻̰͍̩̰̜イ̛͈̰̖̠͓ͧン̣̦̭͋̐ͩ͛ズ̶̷̥̳̥͎͌̂ͣ̽ͩ͑̽̚̕ͅハ ̹̫̯͈̜͔͌̍ͦ͆ͥ͋͘͠ー̶̜̗ͥ̈ͭ̍͑̎ͫ̂̕ト̭͍̙͍̠̙̳̜ͮ̉͐ͫͣ̑̌̌͟͡ͅは̧̩̜̠͙̫͓ͦͥͭ̈́̀、 ̸̳̝̹̲̙̦̘̣̈́ͨ͊さ̖̫͉̠͚̩͉̳ͭ
̴̖̉ͩͫ͡不̧̦͚̦̺̮͊͆思͙̹̞̋͑̋́͋̐議 ͈̰̼̞̃͑ͤ́ͣ̌に̢̧̮̯̭̪̅ͦ̓、̛̻͖͚͉̀̚͞彼̧̱͎̟͐͒̓́̓ͅら̵̧̮̟͍̝̦̲̟̠̌の̶͔̱̇̆̕好̶̨͙͔̟͂͂͜奇 ̇ͣ͆̅̍҉̴̲̘̗̫̤心̡̺͇͖̮̭̖̘̽ͣ͂̑ͪ̒ͩͤ̆ͅも̢̥̪̳̭̳ͮ̐̈́̅ͦ͢た̬̰̙͚̖͛̌͒ͦ̄ͤ̾̀̊́ら̡̟̉ͪͨ̔̇̕す ̸̩̤̠͇̫̱͙̎ͫ͗ͯͨ̆ͤ
̷̛͙͚̱̥̼̻̳̉̾͑ͤ̔̈ͬ̚ͅ偽ͫͯ́̚͏͉̩͈̥͖͓̥̣の ̴̧͉̩̯̰̤͕̆̐̇̅ͮ̄͢す̸̸̢̱͙̗͉̗̣͙̅ͫ͋̾ͩべ̛̞̼̲̪̪̺̏ͤ̇͌̍ͭ͡て̡̡̟͈̞̟̰͗̈ͤ́の̝̽̋̒̉̆̍̌͜͝͠種 ̥̖̰͂͐ͅ類̶̄͋ͣ̋͒ͥ͞҉͙͎̻͚͚̟͈̹に̧ͬ̀͏͎̣は̶̲͍̱̓̕、̵̡̦͓͉ͤͨͮͣ̆ͭ̀ͅド̨̳̠̳̘̯ͩ̉ア̸̫̲ͨͭ̌ͯ͋͑͛ を̷̱͐͗́作̡̲̝ͥ̉́̇͆̂͒̈́る̗̜͍͇̩̲̏̀
̷̛̠͕͙̺̋͛̒͗̾̀̎͐̃̀ビ̙̃̊ͧ͌̔ͪッ ͤͫͤ͑҉̵̛͖̮̩グ̟̯̱̘͎̒͋̈̑̐ͬ͆́̚͝シ̎ͭ̍͏̸̵͙̠̦͓̗ス̨̼̤̈́́̀ͭ͆̀͌̾͞タ͖ͩー ̷̠͉̙̩͇͕̱͕̃͗͒̓̓͆̃͊̚、͉̬̼̜̻̦͇ͨ̓̅ͮ̂͟厳͚̞̾ͫ͐̆̌̉ͣし̖͚͈̹̮͚̋ͫͤ̆ͩ̔̀͊͟い͎̜̬͆͗̃ͣ̏ͩで ̸̥̦͍̦̞̤̐͆̅͒̌̔ͫ̉͟す̶̢̭ͯ́̓̾
̜͉̲̔ͩ͝弟͇͚̼͈̞̳̰ͭͧ͛͛̎̃̇͡ͅ、 ̷̡̹̝̮̰̜̎̽ͨ̽͞イͬ̓̂ͤ̿͏̡̭͡ン͉̦̠̤̬͓̫̜ͥ͊ͯ̚テͥ̉͑̎ͯ҉̘リ̶̙̠̯͚̮̄̏̍͛ͭジ̴͙̱͍̿ェ̳̍̃̐͑ͦ̂̄ン ̸̛̣̮̖͓̋̊̒͌ト̨̮̗̬̳͇̮̅̓̄̐͐ͫ
̸̫̟̱̐̓ͮͤ̈彼͚͔̯̬̾ͣ͂ͪͪ̾̕͢͞ら ͖̝̘̞̒ͩ̒͂͝は̯̻͖̂̀ͬ͜͝ͅ、̼̯̥̼̹͓͉͓ͤ͌͊́最͎͔̺͍͉̇̋̀̕͝初̸͍͎͍̬̫̬̭͍ͭ̂̈́̀͡に̿̌̓̾ͧ҉̩͉͈̟͉̯ア ̢̢͉͔͈̪̭̥̗͚̽͂͊̿リͯ͛̍͒ͭͩͪ͏̫̭̮̠̗̝ス̛̌̎ͨ̅҉̢̭̲̣̱͍͚ͅに̴͉̖̭̙͓̣̰͚̳̏̋͒ͪ̉͑͐̿は ̶̱̙̻̺̟̑͟、̦̠̱̘ͣ̃̊͡近̸̷̢̗̹̹͓͔̇̆͋̐ͤ̓̇̎く̨͔̪̭̆̓̀に̗̬̘͚̲̻ͣ́ͬ̌̒͡ͅい̣͔͕̜̻͋̓ͥ̄͊ͩ͡た ͨͮ̐ͭ͏̶̯̺̣̟
̰̂̾̀ͨ̔̔͌ͦ̀し̡͍͕̞̼͖̈́̈̆̄̏̾ͮ̈̓͘͜か̽̿̂ͧ̕͢͏̥̱̟̲し ̢̛̣̣̖͙̱͑́ͥ̇͑͜、͎̇彼̞͚̞̺͍̬̦̏́ͩ͑ͧら̮̝̰̬̲͇̔̃̊ͭͥ̀͞の̛̼̺͚͇͇̗ͤͧ̔ͩ̒̉ͪ夢̲̟̠̝́̓͝は ̡̲̞̣͚͖̐ͤ̔͗ͣ̐̚͝ま͖͈͉̠̙̖͗̔̈̓͂̊̉̂ͣ͞だ̡̼͙̗̬̜͇̱̺̊̉ͪ͒̓͊ͣ͡目̡̰̮̝͚̅͗ͫ̑̑̚覚̓̑҉͚̤̞̥͈̜め ̱̻̱̹͓ͧͨ̿̋ͬ̾̊͒ͥ͘て̨̫̞̼͚̼̋ͮͭͤͦͬ͑͋ͅい͇͉̌̓ͬ̾な̓̒ͨͦ҉͓̜̹̪̝い̫̘̩͖̝͈͍̎ͥ́̓̒̀̓̚。 ̵̻͙̠ͨ̉͌ͭ̊̒̄̅̕͜
̶͇̼̦̪͎̳̩̪̺ͣ̓͜͜

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Zack

I tried messaging Zack on his facebook, but I haven't gotten a reply. All I found was some cryptic, impossible to read gibberish. It's unsettling, and I don't know what it means. When I try putting it through a word processor and change the font, all I get are random letters and spaces and junk like that. I hope something hasn't happened to him.

No matter what I do, I keep thinking about Adrian. It's creepy and weird. I'm pretty sure I'm not queer or anything, but he won't get out of my mind. I keep expecting to see him everywhere I go-- almost wanting to.

Damn it all.

Friday, March 26, 2010

NEW

I just got something in the mail: an envelope from Japan. It had only one thing in it:

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So what the heck is that? A puzzle? A code? The key to either?

Changes and Alices

I talked to my aunt, and got her to change the shrink I'm seeing. Right now, I'm afraid that every time I go somewhere or turn a corner, I'll see Adrian there. I don't want to, but I want to at the same time. It's freaking weird. I haven't listened to Alice Human Sacrifice for a while, but it's always running through my head.

I wonder if this Reiko Asahi is the third Alice?