I Can't See You Over All the SCREAMING

Just keep moving, just KEEP moving, JUST KEEP MOVING.

Running is boring, you know that? Either everything is fine... or everything is HORRIBLE. No exciting moments in between that. Just boring wait for bad shit to happen and bad shit happening.

I don't know. MAYBE I'm doing it wrong.

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So while I was on my nap fest a week or so back and I couldn't stand to look at my frog's monitor because it hurt my eyes, I tried to read my brothers Dairy thing.

But every time I tried to bring myself to read it things go so... LOUD.  It became IN-FUCKING-POSSIBLE to think with the CONSTANT fucking screeching. I think Moth and Blondie about shit themselves when I rolled off the bed SCREAMING for it to FUCKING stop.

So... I'm gonna try to read it again right now.

OHMYGODTHESCREAMINGISSOLOUDMYVISIONBLURRED>I"MGOINGBLIND!MAKEITSTOP!MAKEITSTOP!

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So I think its safe to assume Moth knows about my plan to stalk him to find out what THE FUCK he does at ASS'O'CLOCK in the morning. I couldn't really keep the frogs away from him while I was sick after all and I know he goes out of his way to check what I put on this blog.

Which is just as well I guess because he gets SUPER FUCKING RESTLESS without access to the frogs. Guess he doesn't like not knowing whats going on the blogs... or the sudden restriction to the frogs tipped him off that I was up to something and he needed to FEAR FOR HIS LIFE. Who knows?

I've not given up on finding out what hes up to though. That WILL happen and he MAY very well die over it yet!

Just as soon as I can adjust my sleep schedule... All the napping REALLY fucked my active hours and I keep passing out at around 9 at night.

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YAY, new follows/stalkers.

What to address first. Diana:
GO FUCK YOURSELF YOU HORRIBLE BITCH. I SWEAR TO GOD IF I EVER MEET YOU I'M GOING TO COLLECT A FIST FULL OF 'CAPS LOCK' BUTTONS AND SHOVE THEM DOWN YOUR FUCKING THROAT. Also hello, and welcome.

Second, Arkady:

You'r my FUCKING hero. You destroyed the HORRIBLE monsterling Jen before it could cocoon up and take on its final form and killed SEVERAL proxies in the process. You are FUCKING amazing.

Burn down EVERY city if you have to. BRING FATHER TO HIS KNEES. End the suffering... forever.

Lys:
Hello! How are you. I'm good. I try to be but things keep hurting me and making me sick. Have you healed up well? No, the scars are cute! Oh fine, handsome you big baby. Sad they took away that operator symbol. I'm gonna have to remark you sometime! But, you know... when you aren't so beat up. So I hear you are doing research stuff. I'mma do a bit of research to. SEE WHAT I CAN FIND. I know but I want to. Fine but you too okay? Bye.

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I wrote these over the week. They are all kind of... SHORT. But by their power combine... I haz post.

Picasso Entry END.