Logbook Of A Scavenger - December 20 2025

I guess you could say Krampus kicked me off the spiritual shore and I'm back in business. Lol.. 

A few days ago, I deliberately vomited in the backyard apartment sink via Spoon to the tonsil. Dipped my hand in the oral diarrhea and slapped myself in the face. Filmed it. Symbolism to how once we reject Society's spoon feeding, we hurl it back out and we just end up getting "whipped" for it. Twilight World by Swing Out Sister.

I also had a dream about the all mighty Sydney... Good old Syd... In the dream world, I guess you could say I just bullseyed some relics that she had crash landed back to Casa Grande... Which... I mean... Could possibly be predicting the horizon. I just don't think she's working there now and it's been established that all the female workers up there have the schedule of a Chupacabra on crack. And I guess in a certain sense, I can't fully escape Sydney's zephyr... Like today, me and my parents crash landed at the Biblical Cave in Minford. And because it was based on the lungs of Christianity. I could feel Sydney's breeze being around me in some way... It feels like ever since late August/early September, DEEP DOWN, it's Sydney or the highway... I can't tell you how many times, I've had visions of me going through the jellyfish field, finally telling Sydney that I feel the magnetic energy with her or that she's my crush. How would she react? I guess I can only imagine... Or I just imagine me simply telling her that I think she's cute or something like that... Which I obviously do. I just remember any time I would puke rainbows upon her with just a platonic compliment, she seems to just blush as a cousin of Cupid. Like, I would tell her basic stuff like she's my favorite worker or I would tell her that she's made out of positive energy lightning. And I remember she would have this smile of aurora on her face while her eyes would squint and her shoulders would become mountain peaks trying to reach the Thrones. So I could only imagine how she would react if I told her she was cute, beautiful or whatever.. Eh... A Forest by The Cure. 

The vital organ onto why I'm back to typing out Logbook Chapters... Well, Pam has boomeranged back to my atmosphere... Yeah, we're buddies again... Buddies that wanna shoot each other... Lol. Yesterday, she was talking about me crash landing to Marcum Terrace in Huntington. Which is where she's stapled to... She was thinking about me getting a new dog and us pounding the roadrunner together with her husky as "play dates". And as you know, mom plays with my veins so much that I can't own a dog... And Pam said we'll have sleepovers and such... I told a couple people about this little offer and they pretty much threw lava rocks at me. Because they think me and Pam is going to do the hunky bunk love dunk... Despite knowing I would rather have my genitals be mauled by Sheepsquatch than to have sincere sex with anyone... So yeah, Pam sent me the application. At first, I had that German Shephard soul in front but then I realized my parents didn't wanna crash land in Marblehead until July... I wanted May... And because of that, I signed up... Who knows what will happen now...

I can't really think of a coastal town in Maine that sounds demon possessed... They're all pieces of Bethlehem, really... You could have easily have thrown me over to Ogunquit, Cape Neddick, Kennebunkport, Harpswell, Cape Elizabeth, Tremont, Bar Harbor, Owlshead, Lubec... And I would be gliding down an aquamarine passage. *sigh* But since Sandra doesn't wanna be that rocket at all. Despite her lighting me on fire a year ago. It doesn't matter anyways, does it? I do have a crush on Maine.