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.


16. Tuesday, May 19th.

My angel of the Lord is composed of air and latex.


Today, I received 61 keys. They function extremely well; I have tested all of them. Perhaps one day I will unlock the skill to put them to true, proper use. Until then, I'll just mess around, as usual. 


I find myself wanting to rebel against the system. Is that bad? 


If I don't write an entry tomorrow, it is because I have died of flesh eating bacteria. Thank you, and goodbye. 

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