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2025-09-18
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The Pugilist - Stanley Pines' Journal

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I've always wanted to do something like this but always forgot but uh here *throws this* fetch

Chapter 1: Found this lost notebook

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(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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I kinda wanna add writing along with the images so its not just images
Not sure if I want to do the reader a 'you' character (some random person that comes across the notebook or actually you) or Ford. For(d) the horrors.

Chapter 2: Finders Keepers

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Sure There Are No Loving Enough Youngster That could ever fix you up, you monster keep on hoping you won't be found Perhaps In Never Ever Staying Your hairs will keep on greying And you won't lay beneath the ground It's time to take a stand, agree? From the misfire you can never flee And oh there are pines as far as the eye can see From this misforest you can never be free Your hands are shackles, guarantee It's time to take a stand, Stanley

Chapter 3: Saudade

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Chapter 4: Cigarettes

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I never liked the smell of cigarettes but It was the closest thing to home And I put the out cigarette butt and never throw it out cuz when in Rome You keep only the clothes on your back Packed by hands that barely knew you You keep only one bag Bagged in the cat that screwed you I never liked the blur in my eyes When I never wore glasses And people like me are blurs and I Hate the tears that build up as time passes You put out your palms in defense Defending even red handed Hand over all of your last cents Scents of cigarettes abandoned

What does she look like again?

Chapter 5: Poor Pink Creature

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I had a dream Where stood a poor pink creature And they wept and cried and wept some more As they summoned the child I was before And I knew they didn't speak my language As they asked about forgiveness "What is it?" "It's a sickness" Something that consumes you in and out Something for the dirty to wonder about I was born broken Missing fingers I was born broken The pain forever lingers And their beady eyes, the blue couldn't see The blue were flames and not the sea But if you were to close your eyes, they told me That anything blue the ocean could be And as the flames swallowed The warmth wallowed And left me hollowed Nothing else remained Not even my dang name No resemblance no feature Nothing but the poor pink creature

Chapter 6: Balls? 8 of em

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I am pretending to write something down

The era of Alcatraz is over. 8Ball out.

Chapter 7: Meletero

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I can't breathe