Dear Die-ary II,

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People here are silly. there were some ghosts outside fighting earlier. Heh. Violence.

I'm going to go get a pet. Not a cat, though. Too allergic. Maybe one of those hairless cats. Or a dog. A german shepard.

Yeah.

I'm going to get a German shepard and name him.... Nietzsche. Mmmyep. Kitty thinks it's a good idea.

[pens taps]

With this lack of murder in my life, there's a sort of hole here. I need something to fill it. Suggest things to paint to me. I won't do them, but I can sometimes get iDeAs. Hee.

[a pause, like he's listening to something]

No, I don't want to paint that.

[transcribed as if to someone else in the room] What should I do for Halloween? Razorblades in the candy again?

No, that's mean.

You're right. But I am still going to do it. How about an alien? Like the one from that movie that bursts out of chests?

That sounds nice. Ask the castle for a costume.

I want to make it.

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Ghosts? No, they were real!

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Did I say that ghosts WEREN'T real?

[talkativeness.livejournal.com]

But they weren't the ones in the kitchen!

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I know that!

Jesus Christ!

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Exactly! They didn't look like ghosts!

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Kay.