Logbook Of A Scavenger: November 7 2025

I'll make this an elf for everyone. My judge Steve bullseyed my case about the sardine throw and he threw it in the dumpster pretty much. So, God's positive energy asteroids crashing upon Rick and Steve. Because at the end of the caverns, someone just got hit with a sardine. Get over it or take a prozac.

While I was out pounding the roadrunner the other day, I found an already dead vole. I shoved it up my butt and pushed it back out as to give birth to it.

I really wanna be stapled to a real rural, nature based location because I'm just a mummy slug hybrid over civilization... It's a rubber chicken because New Boston has a population of only 2000 residents but I wanna live somewhere with even less of a population... Weird because for probably like 2 decades now, I've wanted to be apart of the gremlins of large cities. It's something I wasn't used to... Plenty to do, ya know? Not anymore... I think just dealing with the likes of Sandra, Roger, Casey, Claire, and soooo on. I'm mostly Bessie deep in Lake Eerie... I slide down the pulse lane of meeting someone that will let me down or sadden me in some way... I don't wanna be a complete hermit but still... I'm mostly done with people... Throw me on a desolate island where I can be covered in animal feces. Obviously, I'm not an actual animal but I feel humanoid guilt. Animals can live their entire lives in God's natural creations. While we humanoids for the most part have to live in human constructed homes in order to not have a date with the Grim Reaper. Furries are biological mannequins. Plastic.. Fake...

 I guess the closest humans that would be mind totems in that field would be the Amish... Yes, they obviously live in homes that they sometimes built buuuut what else can they do? Lol. No electricity, worshipping God and working on the farms. They most certainly glue me to the throne of guilt by simply watching them... And I hate it when retards try to prank them. 

Some girl said something to me today and it resurrected some demons of the morning... Trauma... Why should others play with my intestines like jump rope when we simply live in an overreacting society? I know I've done some bad things but if this was the biblical days, nobody would think twice about it... Not even God or Jesus. And I know for a fact I've produced some sins that God and Jesus have been up in flames with. We all have. But it's a TNT crate how I've done things that the Heavenly Father wouldn't be angry about but the civilization of TODAY is just wrathful over...

I remember before I even knew what the cynocephali was/were and how some of them were ancient bishops. I would have visions of these dog headed people living under ground. A clan that was bathing in lava over our modern civilization..