Sunday, December 5, 2010

Night of September 11

I fear that this shall be my final entry into me manifesto, as I suspect that I shall soon succumb to the throngs of the flesh-hungry damned which have seen fit to wander the Earth as if were a Hellish Purgatory.

I leave behind this journal, not for my own solipsistic necessities, but for your own benefit. Perhaps in my demise, you might find some finite wisdom within the words I've scribed within this... blog.

Mind you, I should warn right now that never in my life have I ever written. I am, in-fact, author and editor, judge and jury, of all that ever has and ever will find its way onto this... blog. As such, my lexicon is severely lacking as are my understandings of elaborate syntactic structure. Nonetheless, I leave behind my chronicles within your able-bodied hands.

What's that?! That cacophonous echo, they've come for me! My apologies, I must take my leave. Please, spread my tale; it is all that remains of my memory. I thank you. And for the love of God, take