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Thursday, November 13th, 2003
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6:02 pm
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Right. I've just got one thing to say about the Sanctum Sanctorum and the stories contained therein.
All you fucks who think you know who wrote them, you are wrong. All you pervs who think that I am someone other than Chamaelirium Meadows, think again. Yeah, my mom was a hippy. So was yours, so shut the fuck up already.
All of my dear readers who could not find the good sense to sit back an laugh at themselves, but who instead felt the need to randomly attack innocent bystanders, inflicting them with lifetimes worth of bile and bullshit, every single one of those readers are morons of the highest caliber.
To those who laughed, I salute you. Fuck knows I laughed every time I penned a new one.
It's 2003 and years have passed (so get the fuck over it already) and there will be no new stories, there will be no more sorry imitations accepted and there will be no more mention of those magical days coming out of my mouth or fingertips. I will, at times, however, feel the need to contemplate the face fucking squid in the hopes that it actually did arrive in this realm and sucked every stinking otherkinky freak into its great gaping maw.
Now that might merit another tale.
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10:25 pm
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