Logbook Of A Scavenger: October 29 2025

I'm a wanted man.. I got honey mustard on my hands... 

So I found one of Mothman's dead kids while pounding the roadrunner and I breast fed it. I really wanted to breast feed a baby moose from Maine but beggars can't be choosers.. I then gorilla glued that same dead mothchild to my forehead. Absorbing those atoms into my frontal lobe. Ya know? It's all about the power of the seat of good manners. Filmed the whole process.. 

I must say I really like Shale Drive in New Boston. I found a Buckeye. Buck poop. A nest on a tree for a midget griffin. And the view of Nephilim wearing autumn trees for hats that make up the mountains. You can bullseye the gorgeous Vincent Van Gogh tree leaves and tell that God has got a paint brush in his hand. I even dig the vault company where they give birth to cemetery monuments. All beautiful and sentimental..

Tomorrow I have the Halloween party at Applebee's. I'm going to be the Big Bad Wolf who eats Little Red Riding Hood's granny and wears her dress... "My grandma!, what big eyes you have!"

I'm glued to the throne of guilt with how much I like Pam... I told her I did find her attractive but I even said I have a bog in my skull if we should date... I warned her about my dislike for sex.