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Thursday, March 31st, 2005
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I share this world I live in with only four people. I live in this elegant palatial house, dead throughtout the day, ignorant of daylight and trusting the walls that serve as my barrier from true death. I wonder, is this dream that I live truly worth calling life? I know not the true meaning of death. I have taken many lives, yet I do not know what the total significance of death is. I spend the time I have during the dark of the night with the ones that I truly love. I lay my head on my Master's shoulder, listening to my sweet Sybelle's sonnet she plays only for my ears to hear. I watch little Benji with his cigar, blowing the intoxicating smoke out of his oval shaped mouth like a professional. I gaze lovingly at Bianca, my elegant lady that loved my Master as much as I do. This is the true meaning of bliss, of paradise. To go hunting in the chill of the night, each of us drinking in the life blood of each guilty victim that is unfortunate enough to pass before our watchful stare. This life that I live, whether it be a dream or not, this life is my sanctuary.
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happy.