AUGUST 17, 2012 (PM)

Log from August 17^th:

Is this what Mary felt like when she was visited by Gabriel? Is this what those crazy religious fanatics that claim to have seen God feel?

Just being in her presence makes my blood boil in the best of ways. I feel blessed. I would write poetry about this, if I weren't such a shitty writer.

My Mistress graced me with one of her logs. I have read them for so long. I am truly honored to be given the task to now record them.

August 15:

Being this liberated means I’ve discovered shit about myself that I never have before. I’ve never been able to connect this completely with a Vessel before.

I don’t need to eat. I don’t need to sleep. I don’t need to drink.

That’s right, fuck you, Campers. To think, I used to believe there was a risk of you fuckers getting Her to taint me. Although, you know what? I wouldn’t mind. I think It and I could really hit it off. The only thing I dislike is being part of that hive-mind thing. I already have to share my head with…well, myself. Wouldn’t want anyone else in there.

As long as the Scarlet-marked feed me, I’m just grand. And they always feed me. Every deviant that bleeds, or orgasms – that’s in my name. Unless the entire world takes a vow of celibacy, I’m eternal.

Man, what a pleasant revelation. It feels good to be me.

And it feels good to praise me, too. Go ahead, person-reading-this. Go feel good.

August 16:

Found this page in my bag, and it actually made me a little sad. I miss Jack – at least he was someone to talk to.

Think I’ll go have a night on the town. Got to get some of this hunger out of my system.

EAT BEDTIME STORY

IT and HER but never SHE

My obsession set me free

Ink has spread inside of me

Drowning is my remedy.

Life is better, you’ll agree

Everything else leaves you be

Fixation is heavenly

I’ve been swallowed by the sea.