Logbook Of A Scavenger: October 15 2025

HOWDY! I crash landed at the Sunset Memorial Gardens in Franklin Furnace today.. It's an emerald cemetery built upon a Zaratan. What more do you want? I love it. Minus the Freemasonic signs slapping me... I guess all the Jesus statues over shadows the silhouette energy. I love that stuff. You can feel a sincere Tabernacle has been dropped on the Earth, so that things aren't as tainted. I also just think hanging out with dead people is cooler than hanging out with living people. They're pretty unproblematic. Lol.. It's platinum to have a date with the Grim Reaper in this world because it's better to be alive in Heaven. 

I was kind of in the Leviathan's stomach over how one of the many imps of not owning a pet is the lack of animal feces. And I think everyone can agree that animal poop is on a higher mountain than human poop. Buuuuut cemeteries are a golden buffet of deer crap. I'm talking mother nature's Coco Puffs. What else can you say? I collected some for an art project in the horizon. I bullseyed this one animal t**d. Maybe it belonged to a groundhog or Grassman? We have a lot in my county. One of the few positives.. Either way, I put some of it on the grave of a 33rd degree Mason. Specially on the number 33 in the middle of the triangle... If you can't tell already, I'm not a lemming for the Masons. I don't like them at all. Hahahaha... 

Speaking of animals... a couple days ago, a strange cat got into our yard... You can tell goblins and other dirty metaphysical sprites were using it for their little rodeos. The poor thing was sick. I kept petting it and it kept pressing its fur against me and I gave it some water... You can tell it didn't wanna leave my atmosphere... And it made my face rain because I knew I couldn't keep it for very long... And I just didn't like that it was sick. Ya know? Mom took it across the street... I had to take my Paxil after that...

I told Laine at Bob Evans about my Sardine story... That was awkward...

Yesterday, I gave birth to a video for Pam because it was her 29th birthday. It just involved me taking a dollar and ripping it to pieces with my teeth and dancing... I truly am glued to the throne of guilt for all that happened between us... I would have a child with Pam but she needs an exorcist and we both need to crash land somewhere better like Maryland... Speaking of Maryland. You really should try putting some Old Bay on popcorn. It's totally tubular... 

Today, I was pounding the roadrunner back to the cottage because I just got done bullseyeing the barns and sheds that the Amish built across the highway. And this girl in a dirty red car rolled down her window and puked lava at me. She screamed "F*****G B***H!". It's like okay... It's what I expect from a typical white trash witch in Scioto County... So it really wasn't a TNT crate to me. And it's not the first time someone threw the invisible blades at me in their car and drove off. That's just part of the schedule... I didn't get a good look at her but I bet ya she was wearing pajamas...