Logbook Of A Scavenger: November 26 2025

My neocortex is trying to play Pink Panther with the bear traps. That's how bad the silhouette spirits up the chimney are right now.. I've been taking my prescribed Paxil. Just some pretty tough thoughts to avoid... 

I took a Christmas ornament and smashed it into my frontal lobe for Olivia's 20th birthday. The scars on my forehead make a star constellation or you can just play connect the dots... Lol... Here in my realm, we suffer for our art.

I guess just to bring out some of the time traveling fairies and reflect back on all the idealization I've done over the years. It's possibly platinum if Sydney did just completely exit out of my atmosphere. Because at the end of the caverns, I obviously don't fully know her. Aaaaand what if I was around her long enough that I find out that she's not precisely the girl that she seems? And with all the perfect interactions I've had with her, it shatters the pristine fantasy.. You have to be pragmatic to a certain degree... For about 1 year and 5 months I idealized Claire to be the 1980s time traveling fairy, personified. Duran Duran and all.. With those topaz interactions with Claire back in August 2023. And then not talking to her for a while, it gave her this cryptid or urban legend status. But then once I found her again, I saw the cracks. And me being away from Sydney, it keeps up that in my mind, she is that perfect girl. "Perfect girl" that's on a completely different island that I bullseyed Claire as. But a near perfect girl, no less. Claire matched the "I'm from a different time period" fantasy woman. Sydney matched the wholesome asexual sweet apple pie fantasy woman. And as far as I know, Sydney still matches that. God built a spiritual bridge for us to at least... meet. 

I gave away a jacket of mine to a homeless "program" in Wheelersburg, yesterday.. So I have been giving birth to God's light in a certain way...