917

I’m not crazy.I’m not crazy.I’m not crazy.I’m not crazy.I’m not crazy.I am Paul Stoddard and you’re all going to die.I’m not crazy.I’m not crazy.I’m not crazy.I’m not crazy.I’m not crazy.I’m not crazy.I’m not crazy.I’m not crazy.I’m not crazy.I’m not crazy.I’m not crazy.I’m not crazy.I’m not crazy.I’m not crazy.I’m not crazy.I’m not crazy.I’m not crazy.I am […]

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916

And so I wait for her.  And I drink. And at least I know that I like that.  But her?  I know she wants something, but what?  She WANTS, but who is SHE?  I don’t think she ever knew. Did you ever know?  Olivia?  Actress.  Spending your life pretending to be someone else. No clapping.

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915

A mistake was made.  For the first time since I was torn from 1796, I am free… and I am more enslaved than ever.  The Leviathans demanded that I kill Julia, and this was one demand that I could not brook.  Down to my core, I knew this was wrong.  It awakened me!  Yes, I […]

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913/914

My visit to Harrison Monroe was extraordinary even in the realm that I’m used to.  Through his own art, Charles Delaware Tate has kept himself young… but strangely frozen and isolated under an assumed name. In short, he was no help at all.  But he presents another dimension to this mystery.  Barnabas, I need you. […]

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912

Gentlemen, The damnably enterprising Doctor Hoffman is off again on a deadly crusade and leaving me out of the fun.  All because I have to give some insipid lecture at the altar of that fatheaded Margaret Mead, darling of the department chair.  My day will come.  My day will come. In any event, the too-good […]

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911

Tonight, I was dragged into a dusty room and made to listen to an old record. A thorough waste of time that I cannot get off my mind.   Grant?  John Doe?

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910

Gentlemen, Well, Nakamura has done it again, the marvelous fiend.  He was the first to discover that the landscape was a thinly-disguised Tate, which means that the “perfect woman” underneath is his creation.  Given Tate’s alleged taste in women, I am amazed she doesn’t look like she should be at the rather extreme and specialized […]

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909

A new beginning.  Might as well get some of this down.  The doctor seems to think keeping a diary is good idea, and at this point, there are no bad ones. Here goes… Hit by a car.  Or that’s why I was in the hospital.  Hell, I don’t even remember that. I have the right […]

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908

Tonight, I met their… what?  Messiah.  Leader?  A boy.  A nasty, mean, cruel little boy.  The little cherub has everyone wound around that tiny finger of his.  One I intend to break.  Along with everything other bone. — Paul Stoddard

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907

I returned home to find allies.  Instead, I found my ex-wife.  I think she’s been infected by a some kind of cult, perhaps led by Barnabas Collins. Or, she’s just my ex-wife. — Paul Stoddard

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