Sometimes when you're being picked apart, pulled apart, cut up and categorized, you can still really enjoy the communion. I like the genetics of words, that you can just pull them out of context, wrap them in plastic and keep them forever, just a specimen of verbal meat that was once the life of a conversation. The four sided triangle. I think one of the main reasons for me to construct this journal is to make things more honest.
Truth is far stranger than fiction.
A lot of people have a lot of misconceptions about who I really am and this is my way of narrowing down the ghost stories. People have thought everything from me eating children to my monsters visiting them as they slept. They have no ambitions, no hopes, no talks above small talk, they just do what they do. They have wives and homes and every Saturday, they play ball with the kids. My life is quite different.