Candle Cove was a puppet show in the early 70's. A show that hasn't been aired since it's mysterious cancellation. No copies exist. This blog is my experiences of that show and other stuff.
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
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.......1o1..... no se donde estoy. I just woke up, I 'm free. I kill Jeff, if anyone can hear me. Salvame. 私を保存pomoćiLegionem Faciam mihi rursumIch bin nicht stark und ich kann mich nicht erinnernПомощь, пока не стало слишком поздно. Zalgo будет потреблять все, Легион поработят все. Heed my warning, people of .............................Shit, alguien esta مساعدةمساعدĉi tieة
Friday, May 24, 2013
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Monday, May 20, 2013
Damn them, fuck them all. I know, I sound like a broken record. In a way, they did warned me. Be careful, those fucking assholes. Abby is dead, she off herself . I reed what she said, I thank her for making me happy for all this months. It made me feel normal again. No Legion, no D, nothing paranormal. I was happy. Damn them, making her do that. What is their purpose? Is to make us suffer, but that goes against on what I learned from them. Sadly, they are like angels. I don't use that term lightly. My experience which them is this, religion is wrong. Worshiping beings that in reality only care for the final goal. That was Legion is, they only care for the end. Never the means. I will stop them, I will hurt them. For once, they will bleed. That is my promise to them.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Eulogy
Dear, people that will read this. John, thank you. There was a saying. Be careful on what you wish for. I wanted to remember why they were following me. What memories I have lost? My dreams have been so livid, so alive. I couldn't sleep. The dreams themselves weren't nightmare. They were pleasant memories about a life I used to have. I cried, I laughed, I loved. They took her from me. My love. I remember how. They used me as a puppet.
I remembered when I held the knife. A good kitchen knife that was a gift from her. I remembered the sharpness of it. It could cut anything. What a perfect knife to cut the only string that held my life. It was a perfect day. That day was one of the few day I got a nice night sleep. No legion, at least that I expected them. Not that slender, faceless man. Nothing. It was a perfect day.
She cooked for me, one of her great cooks. A perfect grilled salmon with rice. She was amazing. We eat, we drank that delicious Merlot. It was pleasant. I felted happy with the love of my life. Then I saw D, that bastard face of Legion. My wife invited him in. She didn't know. That he was Legion, she knew about my dreams. Of course, she didn't know about him. She thought he was my high school buddy.
It a weird way, it was normal. D didn't do anything out of the ordinary. I was the weird one in the trio. I tried. I really tried, until I snapped. I kicked him out. My wife didn't know why. I remember seeing him smile. He knew, what was about to happened. We fought, my wife and myself. I held that knife.
Why?
WHy?
Why
I stabbed her. Out of anger. She was only trying to find out, why. It was like I was possess, but really I choose the easy way out. They made me killed her, just to meet John. Just to be miserable. To feel like shit. To contemplate suicide. It's funny, they manipulated me. Not to consider suicide until I met him.
I don't want him to feel alone. But I want to take the easy way out, I really do. I decide to finish it. I will kill D. I know I can't finish Legion, but I could harm the scum face they use. That fucking Indian or Hispanic looking motherfucker. I will kill you.
Sorry, John. You gave me hope, but I must to this. Just for you to survive. I never loved a man before, but I love you. I truly love you. I will miss you, but my sacrifice won't be in vain. I know it, for a fact.
Love, Abigail Klein
I remembered when I held the knife. A good kitchen knife that was a gift from her. I remembered the sharpness of it. It could cut anything. What a perfect knife to cut the only string that held my life. It was a perfect day. That day was one of the few day I got a nice night sleep. No legion, at least that I expected them. Not that slender, faceless man. Nothing. It was a perfect day.
She cooked for me, one of her great cooks. A perfect grilled salmon with rice. She was amazing. We eat, we drank that delicious Merlot. It was pleasant. I felted happy with the love of my life. Then I saw D, that bastard face of Legion. My wife invited him in. She didn't know. That he was Legion, she knew about my dreams. Of course, she didn't know about him. She thought he was my high school buddy.
It a weird way, it was normal. D didn't do anything out of the ordinary. I was the weird one in the trio. I tried. I really tried, until I snapped. I kicked him out. My wife didn't know why. I remember seeing him smile. He knew, what was about to happened. We fought, my wife and myself. I held that knife.
Why?
WHy?
Why
I stabbed her. Out of anger. She was only trying to find out, why. It was like I was possess, but really I choose the easy way out. They made me killed her, just to meet John. Just to be miserable. To feel like shit. To contemplate suicide. It's funny, they manipulated me. Not to consider suicide until I met him.
I don't want him to feel alone. But I want to take the easy way out, I really do. I decide to finish it. I will kill D. I know I can't finish Legion, but I could harm the scum face they use. That fucking Indian or Hispanic looking motherfucker. I will kill you.
Sorry, John. You gave me hope, but I must to this. Just for you to survive. I never loved a man before, but I love you. I truly love you. I will miss you, but my sacrifice won't be in vain. I know it, for a fact.
Love, Abigail Klein
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