1926 DIED: Harry Houdini (52), AKA Erik Weisz, Hungarian born US stuntman, legendary escapologist, does not escape ruptured appendix (peritonitis)
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Due to Earth's gravity it is impossible for mountains to be higher than 15,000 metres.
14.35
Hot diggidy it's Halloween and the world is not about to end. In here things are wicked (in the witching way). The ogres of technology are marching in their hordes, hurling bolas and swinging axes. I was admonished yesterday for being too passionate. Could be time to have care for my soul, let the sheeberaath come stalking and hoosh it away at night. When the cold, old men descend to touch your cheek, you are dying right away and like being trapped on the edge of a black hole, your suffering is only prolonged and intensified.
If you care too much, you don't belong here. If you know things, you shouldn't say. If you can see things, you should not describe them. Let the old guys get upset at "their level". Outside on the street, we is all the same and some people forget this. In the ground we are all the same, we are dead and degrading. In here, the old ones are delicate and need to be protected, even though they have their fingers up their noses pressing the button-man every day. Life and nothing but.
16.39
Man I'm back. System time shot to shit, my god, nothing changes or gets any better. Even though I might be a better, stronger person, this is a worser, weaker company with a big HEAD on it. Shyte. I miss my baby. I said I am going home to work but I am so pissed off with this job now I need a fucking INJECTION to start the day every day. How we can be made better by our suffering I do not know.
22:01
Getting snowed by the autumn leaves. Fucking hate them. Fucking filling up the corners and lining the tracks. Fucking everywhere, even where there's not any fucking trees. October's end marks winter's start. Mid winter is 6 weeks to go (Christmas).
23:41
horor stories comingout. squads screeching along the m51. banshee how.ls ye durty fucking b astard ye. how dare yeput yer hands on anudder woman! ghouls wander around vomiting and holding props in their hands.
