10:47 p.m. - 2003-10-01
Barren Landscapes
Yesterday, the noble bush gnomes were needlessly slaughtered. No more will their gently sweeping branches harbor the whimsically hopeful idealisms of a wayward generation, as well as countless were-squirrels and zombiefied chipmunks. My heart, which longed to find shelter among the cavernlike arms of such docile beasts, now weeps at the evidence of their fragile mortality. Now, garish orange fencing replaces the once lush landscape that had grown so familiar to those enclosed within, stretching as far as the eye can see and offering no warmth, nor comfort, only the curiously bestial sensation of communing within a futuristic brothel. What horrors will follow in order to continue this savage rape of our senses and the ravaging of our already shattered spirits?

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