Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline.

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[Late afternoon, Monday, January 18th, day 232]
[The Carnival Diabolique]


Been two days now. Two days ' folks runnin' 'round 'pologizin' fer forgettin'ey wuz married (think a few ovvem 're jes' claimin'ey forgot, mind), lookin' fer fam'ly't's wandered off, fer shit'ey's misplaced. Two days. Took me a solid half'a one ovvem t'quit bein' too mad t'leave m'damn wagon. Still mad. Don't rightly see when'm gonna quit bein' mad. But also don't see much point'n wastin' anymore time onnit. 'll Tez when I kill'im, annat's th'best I c'n say fer now. Meantime, 'ere's really only one thin't c'n keep m'attention when'm'is pissed. Well, two thin's, but m'hist'ry innis town wit' th'other ain't so good.

Ain't had many folk on th'Lot'a late, but gen'rally I c'n still draw'em in. 'm onna th'only ones on th'Lot't still can, so't's kinda m'respons'bil'ty too. Ain't hardly no one else't c'n keep up fed'ese days, an'I find I don't trust Management t'do't ferrus. M'us'al dress's prety fuckin' cold innis weather, but onna th'Grindhouse girls finds me a black fur cloak't works well 'nough wit' m'image. Set up m'tent, lay out m'charms'n potions, an'I sit back b'hind th'screen, wait fer th'first cust'mer t'show up.


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Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline.

[syl-thorn.livejournal.com]

[Late afternoon, Monday, January 18th, day 232]
[The Carnival Diabolique]


Been two days now. Two days ' folks runnin' 'round 'pologizin' fer forgettin'ey wuz married (think a few ovvem 're jes' claimin'ey forgot, mind), lookin' fer fam'ly't's wandered off, fer shit'ey's misplaced. Two days. Took me a solid half'a one ovvem t'quit bein' too mad t'leave m'damn wagon. Still mad. Don't rightly see when'm gonna quit bein' mad. But also don't see much point'n wastin' anymore time onnit. 'll Tez when I kill'im, annat's th'best I c'n say fer now. Meantime, 'ere's really only one thin't c'n keep m'attention when'm'is pissed. Well, two thin's, but m'hist'ry innis town wit' th'other ain't so good.

Ain't had many folk on th'Lot'a late, but gen'rally I c'n still draw'em in. 'm onna th'only ones on th'Lot't still can, so't's kinda m'respons'bil'ty too. Ain't hardly no one else't c'n keep up fed'ese days, an'I find I don't trust Management t'do't ferrus. M'us'al dress's prety fuckin' cold innis weather, but onna th'Grindhouse girls finds me a black fur cloak't works well 'nough wit' m'image. Set up m'tent, lay out m'charms'n potions, an'I sit back b'hind th'screen, wait fer th'first cust'mer t'show up.


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