| Apr 21st, 2010 3:40 am |
Memoirs #3
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"Organizing it in my head didn't do me any favors. I always ended viewing humanity as taking it as if it were paper and folding it into different shapes. You can make it a crane, a frog, a star, a fish; it doesn't matter. What you hold in your hand is paper. It has the feel of paper, the value of paper, and the well documented frailty of paper. You might see it as innovation. I would like to agree with you, but innovation begets progress. You might say progress has been made. The unfortunate truth, however, is that the only progress is from one form to the next.
Power is power, and government is just the crane, the frog, the star, or the fish. Communism? Democracy? I made up my mind I had shared or taken turns enough during my youth. I deserved more. I would not organize animals and shapes out of paper. I would much rather use it."
-Excerpt from Chapter 4
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| Feb 4th, 2010 3:59 am |
Texts #4
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Donald: Well?
Margaret: Yes, yes. I'm very happy for you.
Donald: Congratulations on your position, as well!
Margaret: How did you find that out?
Donald: Aren't you supposed to know that, now?
Margaret: Cute. Howard?
Donald: Yes. Are you not seeing the irony in you having this title?
Margaret: Aren't your fingers getting tired of typing?
Donald: Oh come on, are you still touchy about it?
Margaret: You have got to have something better to do. Matters of state to attend to?
Donald: Aha! Mon cher, l'etat c'est moi!
Margaret: Oh, oui. Conduis-moi, mon Seigneur.
Donald: Où est ton lit?
Margaret: Ugh! Au revoir, cochon.
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| Jan 5th, 2010 1:04 am |
Memoir #2
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"... And my mother always reminded me of how I used to be. I was a politically charged youth, if you could imagine. I became aware during my middle teenage years. I had a very conservative approach to the anti-government mindset of the era. It was mostly my father who influenced my ideals. He saw in me potential; sharp mind, great diction, work ethic, and a desire to cause change. In the beginning I had a sort of rebellious attitude when he tried to teach me about politics, but I think when he shut me in the east wing of the mansion with a book on the founding fathers of America I began respect his words (at least out of fear of further punishment). It was then I acquired a fascination with the men who created our country. Such self-sacrifice inspired me. I wanted to be like them and fight for a cause I thought worth fighting for. I knew I wanted to lead men to do great things.
And when I reflect on it now, I find it all terribly naive..."
-Excerpt from Chapter 3
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| Dec 20th, 2009 4:57 am |
Memoir #1
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"I found myself often alone when I thought about it. Not in a literal sense; Disa usually was by my side, already asleep and sometimes clutching on to me with a vice grip as I struggle to sort the thoughts swirling in my head. I'm not a man who will refuse to admit mistake, and this was one of my finer ones. As my plans for her had long ago been forced to change, I was left with an nearly useless parasite.
I recalled the night she brandished her claws at me and cornered me at that cliff. Such insult and violation of trust that garnered rage and a desire for revenge evaporated almost immediately whatever 'fresh off the boat' charm she possessed that I found amusing. At that point, she was just a beast that needed reigning in. And how easy it was. Just like an animal; snarling when you approach but willing to roll onto their back and submit fully when you offer a morsel.
It had all failed to produce anything but regret. Every smile, every kiss, every hug, every intimate moment was predicated by an obsolete notion of resource and asset. It was infuriating to the point of action. I knew there was nothing I could do, however. She was the blemish that wouldn't go away.
Or perhaps that was a convenient excuse for that tiny twinge inside my chest when I thought about her."
- Excerpt from Chapter 12
Mood: cynical
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| Nov 21st, 2009 3:38 am |
Letters #4
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From: Howard Dulac (Hystersextomy@gmail.com)
Sent: Fri 11/20/09 3:01 AM
To: Donald Graf (Machiavelli7362@Graf.com)
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yo i heard from a bud that shit was goin down up there. u alrite? gimme a holler u never play games nemore.
From: Donald Graf (Machiavelli7362@Graf.com)
Sent: Fri 11/20/09 11:35 PM
To: Howard Dulac (Hystersextomy@gmail.com)
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There's been conflict, but everything is alright. The situation has been resolved, more or less. Thanks. Also, I don't have time to play games.
-Donald Graf
From: Howard Dulac (Hystersextomy@gmail.com)
Sent: Fri 11/20/09 11:40 PM
To: Donald Graf (Machiavelli7362@Graf.com)
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cool okay things are borin down here not much goin on. bitzy got hit by a car again ROFLMAO. thot u mite liek that.
From: Donald Graf (Machiavelli7362@Graf.com)
Sent: Sat 11/21/09 12:02 AM
To: Howard Dulac (Hystersextomy@gmail.com)
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Final death? What's the verdict?
From: Howard Dulac (Hystersextomy@gmail.com)
Sent: Sat 11/21/09 12:05 AM
To: Donald Graf (Machiavelli7362@Graf.com)
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nah still satanpooch. prett sure its not the vita that makes her go but how much she haets u
From: Donald Graf (Machiavelli7362@Graf.com)
Sent: Sat 11/21/09 1:04 AM
To: Howard Dulac (Hystersextomy@gmail.com)
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The Malkavians never warned us of these... Abberations
From: Howard Dulac (Hystersextomy@gmail.com)
Sent: Sat 11/21/09 1:09 AM
To: Donald Graf (Machiavelli7362@Graf.com)
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lolwut
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| Jun 17th, 2009 10:50 pm |
Texts #3
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Howard: tough break
Donald: What?
Howard: tough break man
Donald: ... What?
Howard: Margie dumped you.
Donald: Does she tell you everything?
Howard: ya
Donald: Howie, do you think this is your business?
Howard: ya
Donald: You're a real friend.
Howard: here 4 u man, u wanna talk
Donald: No.
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| Jun 17th, 2009 3:36 pm |
Letters #3
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Margaret,
I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting lately. A lot has been going on here, and I suppose I’m a little stressed. All of it is no reason for my behavior towards you, though. The truth is I really do miss you; ever since I left I feel like there’s a hole in me that I cannot fill. I promise I will come and visit, and maybe we can talk about starting over. Maybe you can come back with me. I’ll even let you bring that damn Pommeranian.
Donald
Donald,
I was wondering when this would happen. I was wondering when you’d come groveling back. That’s always been the thing about you. You’re all tough on everyone else, giving them the whole “You’re dead now. Accept it.” speech, when all you want is to feel mortal again. Listen to your own advice, Donald. What we did we did because we were younger and scared. But things change, and we’ve both gone through a bit of maturing. Let the bond run cold, it’s time we both let go and accept our situation. We will never feel true love.
Margaret
P.S. Bitzy still hates you, and most likely always will.
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| Jun 10th, 2009 2:52 am |
Letters #2
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Re: An Update
Donald,
It’s good to know you’ve made some steps up the ladder in St. John’s. Primogen is an excellent platform to launch from, but don’t be elated over your position. I raised you to lead, Donald, not to advise; not to represent. You had natural talent far before I benevolently endowed you with your powerful tools, and I hope you are using it to its fullest potential. Additionally, it would be wise of you to observe who rules the world. The Kine can be every bit as cunning and savvy as we; they can crush a headstrong Kindred who enters into their world without ever knowing they were supernatural. I have no doubt you will succeed, Donald, but I will reserve my fatherly pride for when you achieve it. Remember all that I have taught you, and never take anyone’s motives for granted.
Margeret has been asking about you. I suggest you advise your Degenerate friends to keep away from my house and your mother. She’s sick enough as is. If it continues, I will see to it personally that it ends.
Edward
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| Jun 8th, 2009 11:19 am |
Texts #2
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Howard: did u get it
Donny: Get what?
Howard: tf2
Donny: What?
Howard: team fortres 2
Donny: What?
Howard: the fucknig game i talkd about
Donny: Why the hell would I play a video game? No, why the hell would YOU play a video game?
Howard: fun shit dude
Donny: And why don't you type as well as you speak?
Howard: internet short hand get w/ the 71/\/\35
Donny: How about I get with you mother?
Howard: LOL again?
Donny: She purrs like a cougar.
Howard: stfu
Donny: Howie, this looks cartoony. Aren't you supposed to be obsessed with, I don't know, art?
Howard: buy it dude
Donny: Can it run on my machine?
Howard: unless u been dling hentai. i built that shit so its qualty work bra
Donny: dling? Hentai?
Howard: nm
Donny: What is your Steam account name?
Howard: u get it?
Donny: No, I'm just curious, you moron.
Howard: |xSodomizex|T0rnhymen
Donny: What?!
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| May 25th, 2009 2:10 pm |
Texts #1
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Howard: sup man
Donny: Not much.
Howard: thats coo
Donny: Did you want something?
Howard: na bra where are you
Donny: I’m in Canada, same place as the last time.
Howard: u watch the news
Donny: Yes.
Howard: more like Pelolsi
Donny: What?
Howard: the cia thin
Donny: … I’m in Canada.
Howard: nm ur no fun
Donny: Go back to grade school and learn to spell.
Howard: y dont u go learn 2 make charts and grafs
Donny: Where can I download Glen Beck?
Marge: His website. Are you joining the darkside? 
Donny: Maybe.
Marge: Are you ever going to visit us?
Donny: Probably not.
Marge: You can be an asshole sometimes, you know?
Donny: Are we getting into this again?
Marge: I don’t know, asshole, are we?
Donny: I can’t find his website.
Marge: They must block assholes.
Donny: I’ll figure it out.
Howard: margies angry at you
Donny: Why are you surprised?
Marge: Stop texting Howard.
Donny: He texted me.
Howard: LOL shes right next to me
Donny: You’re a smooth man, Howie. Tell Marge I’ll visit sometime in the future.
Marge: Go to Hell.
Donny: See you there. 
Howard: LOL she did the eyeroll thin
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