Kablammo!

I’ve really got to stop visiting Brooklyn. Nothing even remotely worth the trip ever happens there, but now at least I have photographic evidence of the door. That picture was obtained at unimaginable cost; both the human and the psychological toll are completely unfathomable. I’m sure that, now that I’ve exposed its secrets, the door will do its utmost to extract some sort of vengeance. Expect to see my bloody corpse in the East River, rendered nearly unrecognizable by the relentless poundings of an incensed doorknob.

Song of the Moment: “Beat City” — The Raveonettes

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• Punamütsike says:

  September 27, 2003 at 6:49

  Je pense si aussi.

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• Cos says:

  September 29, 2003 at 8:58

  sorry the trip out proved pointless. i just get so lonely. noone ever returns my calls. STELLA!regardless, the door has not been quieted since that picture. i fear for the future of Man.

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