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Tuesday, December 2nd, 2003
11:40 pm - Sweet release...
My precious and I spent most of November under house arrest after we attempted to burn a rag-clad rentboy at the stake. For some reason, Damien objected to us trying to torch his little rape-toy.

However, eventually we convinced the Hellbeast to chew through the cellar door, and we spent several days plotting in secrecy before my foolish homosexual brother realised my darling Larne and I had escaped him.

This was all the time we needed to exploit belovéd Larne's connections to the beings that swell upon the dark side of the moon. They are strange, carbon-based life forms who leap out of lunar craters screeching and wailing and gnashing their pointy teeth.

To cut a long story short, we induced the entruckles to leap off of the moon and into Ash's bed. Quite why Ash was in a seperate bed to Damien, I do not know. All I know is that Larne and I were hiding in his wardrobe with a tape recorder.

Ah, the sweet, sweet cries of a barely-legal blonde boy in pain... I'm going to make a Windows desktop theme out of them.

current mood: accomplished

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Thursday, October 23rd, 2003
6:33 pm - Woe to the Rent Boy...
The eventful days of summer have passed, and Ash is now back at school.

Or rather, Ash should be back in school. However, he is still in our house, like some obscene and useless ornament of my brother's. He sits around, the under-aged little strumpet that he is, trying to affect an air of cuteness or something suitably vile in order to maintain the disgusting lust for male flesh that forces my brother/the Hellbeast/Spiderman to keep him alive and well inside our house.

My belovéd Larne and I have very strong views about this. Which is why we are planning on dressing the little wastrel in rags, smearing his face with grime, and setting him bound - but not gagged - atop a large bonfire that we will have painstakingly have constructed ourselves, without the aid of fatmen.

Then we shall bring forth the Holy Can of Parafin and douse the squealing blonde male creature with the stuff.

Hmm. I really must remember to tell Larne about this idea, actually. I'm sure she'll have some good top-up suggestions ofr it, too; such as the additions of maggots in the Ash-child's clothes, and possibly strapping some fireworks to Boushinigami's head and throwing him into the flaming inferno that shall arise from our handiwork.

Yes. I must tell my precious Larne indeed...

current mood: creative

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Friday, August 8th, 2003
1:05 pm - Testing, testing...
This is a test of the mechanical contrivance I am supposed to be typing my thoughts into. Should anyone other than Larne read this, then they should feel priveledged to have an insight into the greatness of my mind.

Which reminds me, I should go and fine Larne. She said she was going to fill the ghastly Maxwell boy's hair with Turtle Wax and use him to polish her car. I can't very well miss that...

current mood: curious

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