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03 August 2007 @ 10:22 pm
I've managed to make it across the country undetected. Meet me at the Troubadour in West Hollywood, California on August 8th at 8:00PM PST. You will know me by the red tie I am wearing. Tell me I look good in black and address me as Ethan so that I know it is you. I will have packages waiting for those who show themselves in the light and are not afraid to be heard.


14 July 2007 @ 01:44 am
Oh God, I barely made it back here in time. They're coming. Get your belongings and run. If you've been in contact with me, you may be in danger as well. I'm so sorry for this. I had no idea this little outreach could have so dire of consequences.

I'm going to try to go to overseas, to the East. I have some contacts there in the beverage industry. We can only pray they haven't gotten to them first.

Run. RUN.
13 July 2007 @ 06:23 pm
Update at midnight tonight. Be prepared.

11 July 2007 @ 01:32 am
There's little time to chat, fellows, so I'll be brief.

Check back on Friday. There's some explaining to do.


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09 July 2007 @ 10:59 am
I've just been informed that they've found Van.

This is not good. I should have seen this coming.

I can't help but wonder if this is my fault.

I have to keep a low profile, but I'll keep you in the loop. Keep checking back.


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08 July 2007 @ 09:56 pm
My name is Ethan Haas, and I am one of you.

My friend Rob suggested I start a blog, that it would be the best way to reach out to people.  I thought about it, and I think he was right. So, I'm putting down my delicious cherry Slusho and I'm reaching out.

Hello, Internet. Welcome to the End of Things.

There are too many people watching me as it is, but I have to try this.

If you're out there, and you know who I am, and you want to stop this... thing from happening, tell me.  I have to know there's still something worth fighting for after what I've... I'm not even sure what I've seen anymore.

There are only a few months left before we're out of time, so I gotta make this quick.

My coming to New York had been a mistake; for whereas I had looked for poignant wonder and inspiration in the teeming labyrinths of ancient streets that twist endlessly from forgotten courts and squares and waterfronts to courts and squares and waterfronts equally forgotten, and in the Cyclopean modern towers and pinnacles that rise blackly Babylonian under waning moons, I had found instead only a sense of horror and oppression which threatened to master, paralyse, and annihilate me.

That one's for the kids. Stay tuned.


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