Logbook Of A Scavenger: October 16

I have boomeranged back for you. Well, right before I shoved a rocket up my butt completely. My parents began puking lava at each other. Since dad's brain is lost in the dunes with the flying saucers of Egypt, he thought it would be a platinum lightbulb to try to feed crackerjacks to the fish at Turkey Creek Lake. He's an idiot. And of course, mom's flames were risen, so there was a battle between the two. Dad bit his tongue and threw the box of crackerjacks at the car and he told mom he should have never married her. That really sent everything into a silhouette realm.. Mom's face rained and she screamed at dad that she didn't wanna speak to him and calling him a "stupid a*s". I haven't seen her that mad in a while... 

Over at Turkey Creek Lake, I stuck a mussel shell onto my tongue and I bullseyed this strange aquatic bird. My second time seeing this specific bird there. I think it might have been a Great Blue Heron. God opening up up rib cages to form transparent bridges from me to this heron. My parents never noticed it but I did. 

"In the bible, it is believed that the blue heron was a symbol of Jesus Christ who was the son of God. Whenever the blue heron appears to Christians, they believe that it is Jesus that has appeared to them to deliver a message to them." - Angelical Balance

I gave birth to a video where I put some of that deer feces on my upper lip and I did an imitation of Hitler. I guess that's up to you to open the treasure chest. Find the key with your frontal lobe.

I would say more but I'm on the paxil...