Prodigy's Life in Vague, Enigmatic, Slightly Confusing Terms

This diary does not (entirely) reflect my life, but perhaps my sole purpose of living: to have you leave more confused than you came in. Everything within is the truth, if you can manage to decipher it. Viel gluck, meine landeskunde.


40. Friday, June 12th.

My war with the chelicerata has escalated in a fiery way. They failed to realize when they interrupted my grilling that I was the one who wielded the spatula and that they could (and, as it turns out, did) fit through the slats. 

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