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Oh god, is it a sign? could it be, a journal?
From dear old me, that's right kitties, Big pan's back, for good? who knows. I sure hope so.
Lets chat cats. My father, let me tell you about him, about the ups and downs, the twists and turns, and in the end, what a let down he was, from tiger to kitten, the man that made me but didn't break me.
Lets roll back the clock, when i was just a little kid, back in the bygone year of the 90's he was a mountain. A prolific thing of awe and might, the sun rose and set at his command, or so my mind perceived, the king of lions and his pack. Back then i looked up to him, and he regarded me as his son.
Roll forward that clock now, here i sit, 18 years old in the infant year 2011, and the lion has lost his pack, save for one cub but we'll talk about him later, his first son now sees the world through different eyes, the sun? it never rose or set with the mountain, it commanded the hill to do as it said. The awe? well maybe that was just my youthful stature. The might, has withered to the drink. The once proud man stands a shadow, his son, once his pride and joy, now his shame and mistake, at-least in his eyes.
His new pride and joy, the second son, my brother. Oh what a brother he is, he has the IQ of a rodent and the mentality of every fascist man has know, well maybe not so, more like the common fodder for the fascist regime. Much like the dethroned king, this bastards whole mind frame rests upon a pillar of lies built around the mistake that i am. Kitties this ones bad news don't deal with either, no matter how much time you waste trying to atone for a sin-less sin, your still a sinner to the cretins.
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