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Guildenstern
http://guildenstern.diaryland.com
el_goalkeeper@yahoo.co.uk
Guildenstern is neither 16, female , nor from California - he is not at high school, nor did he meet his on/off boyfriend Harvey at said high school. When not practising with the cheerleading squad - which is all the time - he is often to be found indulging in his life-long interests of not going to the cinema, not hanging with his friends, and not eating ice-cream sundaes at the local, entirely non-existant diner. |
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Mr. Cadbury
http://mrcadbury.diaryland.com
sinister_mr_cadbury@yahoo.com
Aside from regular pointing at people like you, Mr. Cadbury doesn't do awfully much. His days pass him by, as he sits at the bus stop on Quarry Street waiting for a bus that never comes. Naturally, this gives him plenty of time to get thinking, and he thinks that he really doesn't like filling out meaningless displays of personalism like this one. There is nothing you need to know about him; he has interests that wouldn't interest you and his life will carry on in pretty much the same vein as before you read this. One thing he would like you to do is to go and read something else on Marked Accordingly. That'd be awfully nice. |
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Daath
http://daath.diaryland.com
DireHaggis@yahoo.com
When not casually administering over unspeakably pointless cabals in California, Daath secretly galavants about urbania as his alter-ego, the Dire Haggis, feasting on the living remains of hopelessly unemployed writers and record executives to harness their dark powers. Daath also likes llamas.
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Ghanima
http://ghanima.diaryland.com
reginaimperatrix@yahoo.com
Itinerant iconoclast and member of Academics Anonymous, Ghanima has a mouth like a Salad Shooter and reviews, in essence, so that all of you have to sit still and listen to her. She lives among the snakes under the bridges of various cities, seducing the passers-by and throatily whispering Marxist literary criticism in their ears. If you listen closely, you can hear her voice like a hissing street vent...
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Posthumous
http://posthumous.diaryland.com
posthumous@blackyak.com
Posthumous said the one thing you always wanted to hear, but you were in the kitchen and the radio was on. You were thirsty. You thought you wanted something cold.
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