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  • Martin From an earlier diary 2003
    August 10, 2018
    In the history of the Valley there has never been a more touching story than that of Martin Ques. His is a story of true heart ache and loss and in the very core of all who lived in the Village, the hallmark for exception to rules… Martin was a goodly man, industrious and fair…
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  • quick survay
    August 5, 2018
    Have you ever taken a bus? Did you give it back?
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  • full on Zombie
    August 2, 2018
    Its been a week now and I am convinced that i am now full on zombie... I cant move without shuffling about... Light hurts my entire body... And today i discovered something called Dead Thing Pie... Its made from seven different kinds of things and involves some pretty tricky math... It comes in a...
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  • READY! SET! DIAL! 911 911 911 911 911 911 911 – 10/25/2000
    August 2, 2018
    From an early age i learned the most valuable lesson of all. "Do as i say, or else..." This lesson comes from the fact that as a child i was very inventive. To the point i had a reserved room in the e.r. Let me explain. One day i ventured into the basement to check…
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  • NOCTURNAL NONSENCE NEVER PAYS – 10/23/2000
    August 2, 2018
    I WAS SO TIRED OF BEING THE #2 CHILD. MY OLDER SISTER WAS THE PERFECT ONE. SHE COULD DO NO WRONG, SHE WAS THE PET, THE QUEEN, THE ONLY ONE WHO WOULD AMOUNT TO ANYTHING, AND SHE HAD AN ERIE POWER. I SPENT MY DAYS TRYING TO PLOT AGAINST HER, TO END HER REIGN SUPREME,…
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  • garbage bags make fine parachutes… – 10/20/2000
    August 2, 2018
    My name is Ben. I am a boy. Being a boy, I am subject to boy things. Most of those are dependent on "Boy Logic". Boy Logic is a tricky little line one must cross on a daily basis in order to survive the experience. this is the first and best example of BOY LOGIC:…
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  • My sweat Adrenaline from a previous diary
    August 1, 2018
    I was 7 years old when I was a superhero. I saved the day for a nice old lady, and her cat. I was on my way to school one day, when I came across the strangest sight. There was a car in front of the post office rolling slowly down the street, with no…
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  • Orson Wells had nothing on me from an earlier diary
    August 1, 2018
    As you know I am not above airing my greatest failures to the open public, so this is the way it goes for my formative teen aged years. From 1976, to 1984 I was the physical embodiment of oops! This is but another tale in a long line of BOY LOGIC: It was my 12th…
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  • from my origonal diary entitled Ben Dover
    July 28, 2018
    My father was a boy It all began in January of 1942, with my father. He was born in Kentucky on a rat hole farm, in the county of Floyd, in a town named Prestonsburg. My father was the youngest of 13 children and had many advantages over his other brothers and sisters, he was…
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