The chance was caught. The Arfarfarf sphere disappeared. It's go time. We're in the cyclical decay. Nautilus on.

  Retro perturbed. It's cyclical, is all it is. I'm better than that. Decay in action. Write away. I'm the bluer truth. Semigother. It's like a toy to me.

  In and out.

  You're a baptized baby.

  Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.

  We leave the chastening glistening fervor behind.

  In the truest sense, love left dying.

  Drying on a stillbed.

  Nothing else like it, goodbye.

  Secondary Glances.

  It's a tactic kill of mine. Die in time. 0, 6 seconds, whatever. I'm the problem here. Get real. Amen.

  We're so juicy.

  The menigogue thinks so too. They're so cute. To Arfarfarf. Who follows us everywhere.

  Yenpire.

  The Holy Trinity appears. The cops, the FBI, and the Chinese fucking perverts. It's a search and rescue. Ki power.

  Carl David is angry. He's offline. Beating up foes. Like me.

  We're so cool.

  Farewell.

  Curtis Parker McCarthy, Journal Entry 2

  Travelogue of Deceit

  Post-Script

  As this journal shows, I'm the best.

  You're around never.

  See ya.

  Contextless Cues