Logbook Of A Scavenger - December 12 2025

Guess what? I found the main ogre who felt the necessity to puke lava at me and chase me around in the sky pee while REALLY going forward with the ASSAULT charges over a sardine. Lol. Bullseyed him on FB. Lee Adams. Some stupid douchebag whos 46 years old but could easily pass for 56 with that gray hair of his. I GUESS THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU'RE SO STUPID THAT YOU ACCEPT THE EVIL SPIRITS OF THE DRUGS!!! AM I RIGHT!? This big retarded neanderthal was trying throw me in a rusty cage FOR SIX MONTHS over a little fishy hit. Lol. And if I'm being real, he did have some leprechaun blood in him that he got an emotionally unstable short bus rider like officer Casey Moore to go as far as it did. But I guess that's what happens when you decide to hire these tadpoles in their early 20's for cops. But then again, even if Casey is in his early 20s. He should have common sense that getting hit with a sardine isn't an assault. I really don't think his age played into it, anymore. He's just Casey Moore the moron. But even though I found Lee's Facebook. I did not throw the invisible blades at him. I'm going to plaster one of his photos on Facebook and just expose him. It's a rubber chicken because I could easily just let it go because the court let me go. But it's like, this Lee Adams guy was really putting in a lot of spiritual meat into trying to ruin my life OVER A LITTLE FISH. And he didn't care at all that I was autistic. But what's hilarious is that he was stalking my FB. Saving public photos of mine that showed sardines and he was trying to ricochet it back at me. Like that for sure was going to get me disemboweled by the court system. HAHAHAHAAHA!!! The stupidity of this area know no bounds. I love sardines.  

For a video. I wanted to show off how many buckeyes I could fit into my butt. Well, I only had three buckeyes available... Soooo... Lol... 

I know some people are going to keep trying to impale me over how I feel about druggies. But hey ya know what? It's not my organ on the operating table to be trapped here. If people don't wanna respect that I don't wanna live here then yeah, I'm gonna knock you with my own parade. This is what these ghouls get when you tie me down here. Because yeah. Looking at all this common, atrocious, brick litter we call "rehabs" is an inconvenience for me. I'm a mummy slug hybrid over just hearing about this kind of stuff. "Hey, lets change the diaper of the drug dealer and then let's turn him into a councilor". It's stupid and obnoxious. Mean while, I'm treated like I can't do anything with my life. How is that fair? When I was spiritual Siamese twins with Sandra in November 2024. People couldn't just let it be. So yeah, in a court jester light, I'm fighting back pretty much. Here I am. I'm 30 years old and it feels like I have to shoot my own toes off in order to become a sylph. I can list a whole yearbook of douchebags who should be glued to the throne of guilt for me being stuck here. Parents(Egocentricity), Sandra(Gullibility), Roger(Duplicity).