Campaign antichrist kicked off the fucking season. The whore of Babylon is waiting for her turn. Gotta finish the horsemen stampede and quickly shove them to the side because Christmas time is coming, and father needs somewhere to park his ride. I’m summoning the spirit of sound. That happened. I posted it before writing this.
1802 words. Read it if you’re literate and/or so inclined. I wrote it anyway TODAY, JUST NOW (except for the bit where I said I copied and pasted it from an email exchange yesterday) | 5th December, 2018. Dawn. I like to write at dawn. THIS IS MY APOCALYPSE, NOW. Yesterday was my sundown. It’s
This will help to remind me of where I am and where I began. Provide some reference point of origins and directions, intentions I may have had in plan. A little checkpoint or sign post for my crew to follow, if they so choose. 23rd November 2018, 6:15 am end of the week, Fri-yay. I am substituting as
No word of a lie. I mean, nothing here has been a lie anyway. Everything I have ever written about has been 100% true. Everything I have ever written about has been 100% true. Hard core factual stuff. All verifiable and shit. MUNDANE PROFANE MATERIAL PHYSICAL REAL STUFF. Everything. I don’t lie. I hate liars.