Fear not my fellow friendly hooves and paws of this fair Narnia, your resident crazy has returned, for I no longer masquerade as the White Witch, but as the Masque of the Red Death.

Indeed, this, my true and most comfortable identity been away for sometime. I've been sitting on babies for a week. Then I drove to her town. But sadly I did not get to see her, instead I saw Malc at Midway, and bought an engine. Everyone needs to buy an engine once in their life.

Sold some kpins to a homeless man because he was sad because no one loved him. I told him "Although I do not know you. I love you."

His name was Eugine.

I took more pills than I remember. Fought with my mother, who said she's sick of me. Alas mother, I too am sick of you. For each time I shove a hand or object down my throat and empty your dinner from my bloating stomach, I laugh and say "Thanks for the meal mommy. I know it came from the heart."

I was called a sadistic fuck.

I didn't know a fuck could be sadistic.

I realized that in a hideous car wreck, I'd rather die than suffer permanent disfigurement.