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"Song of my soul, my voice is dead; Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa."
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I have found our neighbor to be a troubling man. Three days ago, after swearing he was no longer in the contagion period, he entered our room and we had some tea with him. He seemed rather polite, albeit awkward, and he didn't speak much in response to our attempts at conversation, just fidgeted with the cup and watched steam from the tea. After a while he took his kettle, thanked us for having him, and left. A night or two ago a doctor man went into his room. Now the fool is sick. Not to mention he does not ever speak too in depth of this beloved he frequently mentioned whenever he spoke. I almost worry he's in a unhealthy relationship, but whatever.
All of that is to say our neighbor is quite the odd man.
That fucking smartass fox I'm going to kill him
Poltergeist is bothering me again. I'm tired of hys nonsense, he is 8, he is mature enough to tend to himself.
Poltergeist is being a brat. He is upset I did not allow him to converse with Sir Oscar Wilde off of anon. He is currently moping about with a sheet over hys head and complaining that Fox would let him, as if I am Fox. Laughable.
Hy can get hys own sideblog in a moment, when I am done here.
No, Bosie, I do not care that you want to message Oscar Wilde. You will listen to Cubicles and lay awake at night having vague recollections and eventually cry like the rest of us, you bastard.
Why must blonde men be the most irritating. Referring mainly to Bosie, since he knows nothing but how to agitate others.