So I''m not the only one? If there''s others then...this isn''t schizophrenia?


    this fix it? My hands. When you burned them? "


    treatment." He


    A hound...and unusual traits. Like my claws? My eyes? Or the fact that I''m not an actual bloody hound...?


    Alright, I made that last one up, although there was a street by that name in Tokyo. I didn''t have the boast of visiting that particular one, but there was another one close to my old neighborhood in London.


    Piss would be a great description of my current mood. As in it was piss poor.


    As in I was pissed.At everything, and everyone, and I wanted to punch something, someone, or maybe just yell, and curse, and scream. Maybe throw a couple chairs, smash a few tables, and then burn some shit down.


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    Is this a port city? I see some seagulls...


    Why would he want 5...? That''s nothing. What can you buy with 5 yen?


    It seems to be a trend to blame the bleak...Well, there''s no mentions of any murder, at least.So Jun isn''t public enemy number one...as far as I can tell.


    Radio huh...they seem to be more ahead of the times than I expected, relatively speaking. Or maybe not, I''m not a history buff.


    Does this bloody thing need a refuel? Really? It''s only been around a hour...


    Bloody tram. Damn rusty bucket.