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Thursday, February 26th, 2009 10:39 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
[A little lone boy sat alone in a hallway. On his lap is an enormous book, which he reads in silence. Time to time, he chanted the text silently to himself, mouthing the difficult written words of the Score. When he finally got tired and he can no longer concentrate, he sighed. In a monotone voice, it's easy to tell that he is brainwashed, he said the following almost like a prayer.]
The Score is never wrong. The Score had always and will bring prosperity to the lives of others. The Score is our one true path and salvation. Long live the Score. The Score is the absolute truth. Everything is bounded by the Score.
Everything is written in here, the Score. I know everything. I am the Fon Master.
The Score is never wrong. The Score had always and will bring prosperity to the lives of others. The Score is our one true path and salvation. Long live the Score. The Score is the absolute truth. Everything is bounded by the Score.
Everything is written in here, the Score. I know everything. I am the Fon Master.