Logbook Of A Scavenger: October 3 2025

Hey. I just got done filming me urinating into a toilet and climbing into the bowl to give birth to the count down because I only have 12 more days and I'm out of this negative energy biosphere... What an absolute TNT factory... 

The state of Maryland has really imperialized my neocortex in a platinum light. I've had visions of myself dressing up like Mr. Punch with a pirate sword covered in neon lights. Just living on the shores of Ocean City as I fight Satanic pedophiles that use human embryos for their pizza toppings. Lol.. I guess a beach bum wouldn't even be the term for it. An actual sandy vagabond more like. They actually have a night club in the ocean itself. So if you wanna boogie with the mermaids and Chessie. Have at it. Blue dog... You can join too... Couldn't you see me riding a ferry with a crab on my shoulder as a posse? Let's not forget about Assateague Island and their wild ponies. Nautical centaurs, perhaps?