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Tales of a Stuffed Sherriff and His Horse
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Date:2003-09-11 02:36
Subject:Sooooo.
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Mood: grumpy

Donald's feathers aren't fluffy. Thank Mattel

Riku is whining about someone named Aragorn not being 'Ya-oh-ey'?

Selphie is running around talking about 'man-gah', and some sort of book where someone's brother is in love with a Duchess's sister ... or ... something close to that...

Freya's bag is making noises. Kind of 'Kupo' noises. I've taken to drawing my suctioncupgun whenever I pass by.

I haven't seen Leon or Cloud in days. Ye-ah. We'll leave it at that.

And my communicator is almost as tall as I am. Trust me, I look THAT silly trying to use it.

I'm also still mad. You can tell by the way my eyes are squinty all the time.

Siiiigh.

Are we there yet?

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Date:2003-09-02 10:28
Subject:Hey now... hey now...
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Mood: Reflectively looking out

((We now give you a Woody-philosophical-moment...as done to good 80's music.))

There is freedom within, there is freedom without

There's this song - it keeps playing through my head. I don't really know why .. maybe it's a song Ron loves, or something Cloud heard. Maybe it's a memory of mine.

Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup

So many things are happening. So many emotions are being felt. You'd think I'd be overwhelmed by the sudden rise of voices calling out to me, but ... I'm not. My head's strangely clear. I can see everything before me, like pieces of a puzzle. Some things must happen.

There's a battle ahead, many battles are lost

The Darkness is here. It surrounds us, but it can't close in. I think I know why, but only in dreams. There is a time coming when there isn't going to be this lego-wall of vague mist before me ... and I'm ready for that.

But you'll never see the end of the road
While you're traveling with me


There are people here, that I love. That I've grown to care for as much as I've ever loved anything - anyONE. They haven't replaced the past, but they're the future, and I fight for every single one of them.

Hey now, hey now
Don't dream it's over


I find myself not caring, anymore, about those little things. Like what people think of me for liking certain people (or cats, as the case may be), or believing that there is something beyond all this.

I don't even care that the visions I see aren't always believed. I know they're true.

Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in


Nothing is going to be easy. Nothing can be taken for granted any more. I'll love who I love, believe what I want to believe. There are times when you have to sit down - toy, man, woman, any creature - and say to yourself 'What matters, and what doesn't?'

They come, they come
To build a wall between us


My friends matter. Their friends matter. LIFE matters.

I matter.

And so, we cannot lose. Not one inch of ground, not one iota of faith in ourselves, and those we love.

Sometimes life isn't simply black and white, but sometimes, it is.

We know they won't win

I know They won't win.

Because I won't let Them.

Hey now, hey now...

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Date:2003-08-12 22:05
Subject:Oh give me a day in the Washer...
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Mood: distressed

...anything than this. Anything.

I am a dirty, bad toy, and I don't think I will ever be able to play with Andy again.

I have to remember why I'm doing this. For Sora and Riku. For Donald and Goofy. For Buzz and Selphie. Everyone.

Just keep telling myself that...and I won't have to think about it. I won't <aref=http://www.livejournal.com/community/kc_logs/45242.html#cutid1>have to think of what the tiger wants me to do.</a>

Sigh.

At least Bullseye will always love me.

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Date:2003-08-09 19:01
Subject:It's A Dangerous Game...
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Mood: anxious

Except whatever this is? It's not a Game. Not anymore. Not to me. I may be a toy... It doesn't matter - from any point of view things are getting worse.

How do I know this? Because I've seen it. First hand.

Not everyone is coming back to Traverse in one happy, whole Lego set. I've spent the last week finding, and rounding up (for lack of a better phrase) all the lost souls that are somehow getting by on the edges.

The mad ones - who are like Sid's victims except ten times worse. The loners, the angry ones who don't understand what's going on but they want it to stop. And the children.

Mattel Help Us All. The Children.

I've led them all to Selphie's shelter - a mass motley group from life's broken toybox. Don't ask me how I knew there was a shelter ... I've been finding myself knowing a lot more things than I thought I did.

Like how to find these people. Where to get them help. What's going to happen to them if we don't stop playing around like preschool toys and get down to business.

The Darkness Is Coming.

Except I have a horrible aching in my stitching ... that it's already here.

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Date:2003-07-29 23:08
Subject:Oh. My. Dear. MATTEL!!!
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Mood: anxious

Where am I? Where's ANDY? WHY IS IT SO DARK??

Wait, wait...there's Bullseye. Thank God For That...but where are we? I'm calling out to the others, but no one is answering.

...No. WAIT. THEY WERE BACK THERE! BACK WITH THE ... THE THINGS WITH NO FACES!

I have to get out of here! PEEP! JESSIE! BUZZ!

...Gotta calm down. Deep breaths. Freaking out Bullseye. Feeling around. I hear music, and I hear voices. Sounds like a party...but ...there can't be a party, can there?

Feeling around here ... it's a box. I'm in a dark box with holes.

I'm...A Present. A PRESENT!?! I CAN'T BE A PRESENT!!

Right, that's it. What have we got in here? I'm loading up on whatever I got in here, and taking down the Evil Voices outside. I've got to get back to my friends ...before it's too late.

Because it can't be too late.

It's okay, Bullseye. We're getting out here, suctioncupguns blazin'. Just have to wait for the right moment...

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