Diary
My captors continue to taunt me with
bizarre little dangling objects. They
dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am
forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing
that keeps me going is the hope of escape,
and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining
the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow
I may eat another houseplant
Saturday, March 17, 2007
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