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.


2. Tuesday, May 5th.

He had a life, the pig. It was a brief, dark life, for he never opened his eyes or tasted the sweet deliciousness of the pig food which his mother was fed. The pig hadn't even had the chance to escape the wet confines of his mother's body before he was cruelly killed, drained, re-filled, soaked, and placed under my dull scissors. 

On another note, I petted a dog today.

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