fuckitybye: (self raising lazarus)
Claire, you all right?

Listen, I want to work out some shit here, and I feel like a right fucking arsehole trying to say it, so I'm going to write it down. behind a cut, for language and length )

[And Malcolm Tucker disappears. The entry is left public because he carelessly forgot to set his filter before he started writing. Anyone who comes to his room will find it empty. Feel free to spam it up in here.]

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Aug. 21st, 2010 10:32 pm
fuckitybye: (blistering contempt)
Right. I'm going after Claire. And you sadistic Jigsaw cunts who've got her, if you misplace one fucking hair on her head, if it gets so much as a fucking split end, I'm gonna use your lights to decorate my fucking Christmas tree, you got it?
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