Logbook Of A Scavenger: October 23 2025

Not a lot of spiritual meat has been cooking.. Which is why it's been 5 days since I made an entry...

About a couple days ago, Caitlin was telling me how a new kitten was brought into her atmosphere and that turned me into a volcano... Because I really do miss my previous pets and as long as I'm stapled to these two old ghouls I have to call my parents, I can't have a new one. So I took a razor and I kept cutting my stomach. Giant ketchup pack. I smashed a plate into the backyard apartment toilet. And I kept hitting the same toilet with a yard stick until it broke into pieces. The werewolf warrior came out. That's for sure. Seems like everyone can have a pet except me... Thinking about giving birth to an acorn...

Yesterday, I was playing hide and seek with two white tailed deer in a nearby forest but even that's not enough for me. I need to have the veins of a leshy. 

Today, Jenny at Bob Evans told me that they're pooping out a new rehab in New Boston... So stupid and counterproductive... I'm guessing that means the whole village is hungry for some sardines... 

I bet ya Sydney already has a boyfriend by this point... If she didn't already have one before she left Casa Grande...

Ive been really putting my neocortex into a few things. I really wanna crash land in Maine. A little more so than Maryland. The crustaceans. The cervidae. The wilderness. The coasts. The lighthouses. The harbors. The mermaids and cryptids. The Agropelter, Billdad, Specter Moose, Cassie and so on are all spiritual relatives of mine that are calling me out... God has placed such a grandiose forcefield around Maine. Throw Stephen King out though... That guy probably eats babies for breakfast. He'd make a platinum toy for a Basilisk. 

I also noticed something... I notice it's very much a concrete case for me to feel a magnetic energy with white females anymore... Even though I'm very much white myself... Spanish and South Asian women are what I'm mainly attracted to. They're made out of caramel. They're just naturally gorgeous and mystical. I guess that's what happens when you're thrown into a dumping ground where the land fill is dirty white hags who have pajamas for skin in public. Regardless if you're 25 years old or 75 years old... That's Scioto County for ya... I'm not even racist towards white girls. It's just a good majority of Scioto County girls, I don't like... And the yang to the yin would be beautiful caramel women(Mexico and India) who dress like sophisticated, majestic beautiful beasts...