Logbook Of A Scavenger: November 9 2025

I can't even have a proper date with the Sandman.. That's how depressed I've been... I used to pound the roadrunner around town with confidence. Not anymore... The night of November 5th and the morning of the 6th has tossed me in a giant blender... But of course, I've been saying this next quote on a supernatural limbo for a while now. "I'm not suicidal but I do wanna get life over with". Hurry up, ya know?

I've been having compulsive thoughts about Pam... It's a hurricane of wanting to be her seraphim butler. Taking care of her and just being there for her. But as well, wanting to make love to her. Which sends me to the spiritual electric chair. In a lot of ways, I shouldn't feel that way about Pam. Especially having the urge to do promiscuous activities with her... It makes me feel awful... Which at the end of the catacombs, I would never do. Unless she begged for it. At the most I should do with Pam is me hugging her as my face rains. If she ever made me climax, the guilt would take over everything. I just think me and Pam have a mutual caring bridge for one another and that should be it... There's just a lot of things about Pam that I find very appealing... pixie hair and curvy(She's 5'6 and 220 pounds while I'm 5'9 and 180 pounds). But also, when she's not demon possessed. She's very kind, loving, protective and humorous. 

You remember that deer t**d that I collected from the Sunset Memorial Garden? I had it in a baggie for about a month. It morphed into a mini planet of spores... I took the t**d and smashed it into my forehead as an artistic expression for the fire I've been feeling, lately...