Logbook Of A Scavenger - December 9, 2025

Well I guess you could say I've boomeranged back from a spiritual shoreline... Building smoke...

A few days ago, we crash landed at an Amish bakery on a farm in Jackson County, Ohio. I know it doesn't sound like much buuuut it was one of the few amber stones that washed away the smog... 

Yesterday, I was so bored sitting around this parking lot in Wheelersburg that I played "Call Roulette". I bullseyed a bunch of creatures with my number. One of them was the "ultimate" time traveling fairy herself. You guessed it. Claire. Remember, she wasn't the only one I called but still. She began texting me afterwards... And for the most part, she kind of said things exactly how I expected her cynical butt to reply. No real roman candles there. Puking rainbows upon me that had little worth or depth... And she only interacted with me for about 5 minutes and she stopped responding. Apart of me says that she was kind of impaled when I went through the jellyfish field and said something along the lines of "You were such a porcelain statue when I FIRST met you". And she just replied with "Well yeah, I'm imperfect". I think she finally got the torpedo that I wasn't that impressed with our other interactions. Which I'm kind of glued to the throne of guilt about buuut I felt like she could have easily have been more appreciative once I told her how I went through so many trenches of the sirens to find her during our 2nd meeting. And when we finally decided to become boyfriend and girlfriend for only 8 days. The entire time was vomit inducing. It would not be a TNT crate to me if Claire's passage to me was constructed by silhouetted spirits. Agents of the Morning Star. False light that turns to black. I think Claire can use this as a learning vehicle. Then she can write a book called "How To Not Be An Instrument For The Occult On A Subconscious Level". I think the books would sell like hot cakes. Even though I was by no means surprised by this placenta interaction with Claire. It's still stepping stones for me wanting to be killed by a whale in Maine. That's how I wanna have my date with the Grim Reaper.  Hahahaha... This is what I fantasize now a days because it's how I wanna go out without direct suicide. Have some whale to gobble me up in the same voodoo doll as I gobble up one of those Four Mile Bakery donuts. 

Speaking of oral activities... I gave birth to a video of me licking and sucking on this already dead lizard that I found in my backyard for Dapreme's birthday... I had no intentions of opening up portals for the incubus to come in but that's what happened because so many people interpretated the video as being "sexual" even though that wasn't my intention... Hahaha... I was wondering why I had so many men adding me after that... But then I put 2 and 2 together... I think a platinum portion of society's evil spirits would be swept away if a lot of men went through an orchiectomy... Most men have wasps for penises and I would love to be the exterminator...

Reviews

[ETERNITY]

I re-read this since my sleepy response may have been too cutting . . . NO. I was right on the mark.
The arrogance of the author is what drew me to my initial interaction with S&M.
By the way, in my research, I have found that most men, guys, will set aside their "straight" label for a "suck". So that's why you received so many male responses to your "lizard sucking".

[ETERNITY]

I can actually "feel" what an arrogant human being you are...oh, sorry, did I say "human"?
Absolute fringe writing. I love it!