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[Jan. 15th, 2011|12:18 pm] |
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You find the nastiest discarded things down below. Today I found a harmonica. Nice one - I think it's silver plated. Still: who's going to want to play someone else's used harmonica? I'm not sure it's even the kind of thing you can pawn. |
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[Dec. 5th, 2010|01:52 pm] |
I think someone tried to drown a litter of kittens. A whole basket of them found their way into London Below. I can't feed them all, and they're not likely to be welcome down here anyway. In some parts, roast cat is a real delicacy.
Long story short: anyone in London want a cat? I'm willing to bring them up to you. |
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[Oct. 13th, 2010|11:43 pm] |
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Just finished reading Coraline. Damn it, Gaiman, why do you have to be so creepy and amazing? |
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[Aug. 19th, 2010|09:08 pm] |
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The most recent traumatic side-effect of my talent for hiding in plain sight? People say the most horrifying things when they think they're alone in a place. |
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[Aug. 12th, 2010|09:50 pm] |
Let me just tell you, an Associative House is the weirdest thing I've ever seen, and I've seen some hella-weird things in my life. Which reminds me: London Below? Is actually below these days. Watch it, Upworlders, the Beast of London might come and get you. Ooga-booga.
Heh. Sarcasm aside, it's amazing down here. Not someplace I'd want to stay 24/7, but overall? Good job, buddy Neil.
Sara? I hated your damn movie. Which is to say I loved it but might have temporarily plotted Nolan's demise and/or maiming as it went to credits. What the hell with that ending? |
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