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[lampafixitsbeam.livejournal.com]

That sheet, on which she embroidered fantails once, spread it so as to cover her face...

Well, fuck. I've gotta admit, I really didn't think Stravinsky had it in him. Helping the wonderful Doctor Grey chop his peers up into little bitty pieces. That was a cold move by the fat kid in class. Maybe we should've had him in on it the whole time... Nah. But Teddy, well- Teddy I knew. He's a cold motherfucker. He can be. I know, I know, I did the whole evil nemesis bit too, but hey. He did it first. Imitation is a form of flattery, I guess.

Blowing up a room full of bright young doctors isn't exactly what I'd call innocent as hell, is it? Whaddaya say, Teddy? Want to keep this going? We can keep trying.

Oh no, wait. We can't.

I'm dead. By your hand.

Let it haunt you. I want him to see my eyes when he's trying to get to sleep, trying to get by, trying to live a normal fucking life, because he doesn't deserve it. All I wanted was to be the best. All I wanted was to play the game, but no.

No. The righteous and just Doctor Grey couldn't let me do that. So how do you fix an injustice like me? Try to blow him up, try to destroy him, of course. Killed all the guys and got me too in the end. Hell of a way to die.

Motherfucker.

He's good.

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[psychosnowflake.livejournal.com]

I didn't do it.

Okay, so maybe I did. Whatever. Maybe I did try to blow up the world. Maybe I did punch myself in the face. Maybe I did. Maybe. Maybe I filled my boss's computer with gasoline. Maybe I did crash the car. Maybe I kissed my own hand and poured that lye.

But I didn't do it. It was all him. All Tyler. All that fucker and his crazy views. All him. Not me. Why would I do something like that?

I am Jack's complete lack of knowledge.

Whatever.

It wasn't me. I didn't do it. I didn't want to do it.

Stupid.

I didn't know what I was doing.

I wasn't even there when it was happening. And everytime I was there, even a little bit, I was just following Tyler. His words, his thoughts, his orders. I saw him and I followed him and I wanted to be him. Everything he told me to do, I did it.

I am Jack's Nuremberg Defense.

Until Project Mayhem started to get way too big, I didn't even question him. I never would. He was my friend.

Fuckhead.

I didn't do it; except I did. But I didn't mean to do it. I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it. I didn't do it.

Do you really believe that? Does anyone? I don't.