delbot inc

I will be famous one day. Whether or not I will be in the waking world or deep in dream when this occurs is so far undecided.

Before today, this hasn’t happened. Nothing has ever just descended, and I’m not sure if I should call you my friend or if you’re going to be my end.

I am the end of the line. I am the beginning of the end. And I have struggled over countless sheets of paper, broken numerous pencils in half out of frustration. It is my duty, not my honor, to reveal to you my most miserable of hours and my most wonderful of moments. For whoever you are, reading this collection of papers, I have come so very far. I have risen and I have fallen. As the last remaining soul to walk this bloodline, I am also the most important. Wouldn’t you agree?

Feel her tight between my thighs from across the football field
It’s victory that I smell inside and the smell contains no guilt
H-E-R-P-E-S I can smell them through her dress
My daddy’s wrong, mother knows best

I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don’t have posts. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you follow my blog now, that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will unfollow you.

If every argument I had was through the written word, I’d fix everything. Sadly, none of my arguments are ever through the written word. And I’m incapable of fixing anything.

Wow… It’s your birthday. Sorry I forgot. Kinda hard to celebrate on the day you killed your mom. She was just seven months pregnant. We went for a hike, but you had to come early. Now, she’s gone. And I’m stuck here on this island…with you. … Happy birthday, Ben.