Romance
Is Rape By Seduction
By
Adam Shane Lawes
MY DIARY DIGITAL
DATA ENTRY 129 OF 145
I have just arrived back here alone to my catacomb
chamber tomb room down here at Melbourne cemetery after walking all the way
from the docks at Port Melbourne where I said a very emotional goodbye to Alice
the diazepam dreamer as she is now on her way across Bass Strait and down to
Hobart at the base end of Tasmania hidden in the back of a truck that is on its
way back to Hobart - And tonight Alice woke me up earlier this evening with a
sense of sadness and excitement as she is about to start her new life with her
very own Bavarian and baroque on diazepam cafe' and one-roomed studio antique
filled home above it down in Hobart that her recently physically deceased aunt
has just left her in her will - And so tonight when we woke up - Alice and I
went to the church charity food van at the city's industrial market warehouse
carpark and had our nightly meal - and then we returned back here to the
cemetery so that Alice could get her belongings that she is taking to Hobart
out from her personal baroque on diazepam style catacomb chamber tomb room -
and then we sealed her catacomb chamber tomb room so that no-one would ever
know that nearly one hundred years after that secret subterranean tomb room was
made for a dead girl - it was renovated again this month for a homeless living
girl - as I have described in detail previously here in some of my diary data
entries since the start of this month - after I first met Alice and then she
found and renovated her own catacomb chamber tomb room - and then after we
sealed Alice (and the dead girl's) catacomb chamber tomb room - we then went
for one last walk around the cemetery in the cold and the dark for Alice to say
goodbye to this place - and then we began the long walk down to Port Melbourne
through the alleyways and the side streets until we finally reached the docks
and Alice called out to her underworld dock contact there called Jason through
the gates - and so then I had to say an emotional farewell to my sweet friend
Alice as Jason then took her through the gates at the docks and introduced her
to the Tasmanian truck driver that is 'smuggling' her in the back of his truck
onto the ferry and then through Port Phillip Bay and then across Bass Strait
and then down to Hobart at the base end of Tasmania - and so through the gates
I waved one more final farewell to Alice as she climbed into the back of the truck
carrying her bundle of thick, furry cinnamon, beige and vanilla blankets and
wearing her thick, furry beige coat for warmth on her journey down into her new
life - and then I walked all the way back here and down into the warmth and the
darkness of my catacomb chamber tomb room here at the cemetery - just as the
first light of morning is now happening - and now emotionally and physically
worn out - I am now going to go to sleep for today - so it is goodnight from me
now for this diary data entry of mine.
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Adam Shane Lawes
