Party Pooper

So SAD. Doc, John, Jonathan, Johnny Boy, WHY WASTE THIS OPPORTUNITY? I took the gag out and the best you can give me is a couple SUICIDE attempts? COME ON MAN. You disappoint Me. I HATE BEING FUCKING DISAPPOINTED. Maybe I should eat a few fingers. Maybe a hand. Teach you to waste an opportunity from me. AND YOU DISAPPOINTED OUR AUDIENCE. Look at them all. They are so sad they could not read your pathetic cries for help. And. Seriously man, we BOTH know you want help. There is still hope. You can still escape from all this. Right? RIGHT? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. No.

Ah... My Friends. It has only been a couple days, but it has felt like an ETERNITY away from you all. HOW IS EVERYONE? Still serving as an Agent of Chaos Kelly? Still DELICIOUS Sanna? Still being useless Phil? How about you Gabriella, or whatever name the voices in your head gave you this week. Hehehehe. Spyre? Doing Manly things? Great. Keep it up. Jack. Go fuck yourself. Professor Med? You still doing suicidally stupid things? KONAA, BUDDY I MISS YOU, WE NEVER TALK ANYMORE. Keep being utterly worthless at your job. "Azrael" Go fuck yourself. "TILDE" I have a VERY strong idea about who you are. HA. Just WAIT until I track down your little BITCH Kid friend, I am going to make her SUFFER for what... Hehehehehe. Well. We musn't spoil things for the few uninformed people left. Good news though. You are low on my list of priorities. Tick Tock though. My mind is like a HURRICANE with all sorts of ideas and priorities flying around. Never know what ends up on top.... Hunger might tip the scales though, so... Keep that in mind.

I am ecstatic people. Things are Great. Getting a bit hungrier than normal more often now... But the food has been great. Learning how to cook more, in my free time. I am not normally one for alcohol, but I heard about this delightful recipe for "Offal Ale." Something about the recipe spoke to me. Probably the part that involves organs. Mmmmm. Going to make sure my organ stock is fairly fresh, so... SHOPPING TRIP IN THE NEAR FUTURE. Volunteers?

But I'll bet everyone here is wondering WHY I am really so happy. Well, my friends, we Finally Did it. This blog has a fully functional Perception Filter. The Redlit Network can't see SHIT. In fact, if they try, what they will see instead are these posts. Great aren't they? I love it. Cynthia was such a Good Kid, really fun. And that second post? That is REDLIGHT begging Miss Annie to keep big bad Morningstar away. Granted... He wasn't in his right mind when he said that. But it changes nothing.

Ah... But this should give us a degree of safety. Now the next step is to figure out how to be less... Reactionary. More proactive. Because we currently can't find The Legion of Doom when they decide to manifest. It's only AFTER the fact. And I HATE SITTING HERE WITH MY THUMB UP MY ASS. Really sucks.

Things might go FASTER if he some of the other Cults would PITCH IN every once in a while. Oathbreakers aren't playing ball, the Dolls are only giving vocal support, Maenads are too disorganized on their own, Timberwolves are too busy holding on to PETTY GRUDGES, Nests don't seem to give a flying fuck. Which, come to think of it, is the only fuck they can possibly give. The Camper, Hushed Monks and Crimson Knights are completely out of the question, especially due to the latter two being part of the problem. I seriously thought I was fucking DONE with politics once I became a Vessel. I JUST WANT TO EAT THEM AND BE DONE WITH IT.

You know I have recently acquired an appreciation for human lungs. Really. Something about their texture is completely sublime. What makes me appreciate them more is the rarity of fairly clean lungs. Cigarettes fucking ruin them. It's terrible and disgusting. I could always go for the lungs of children but... They are a bit small, you know? It is Fresh, Clean, fully developed lungs that are worth cooking.

Hmmm. Teenager lungs might not be bad either. Light weight snack. Hey Sanna, do you smoke? Oh. Incidentally. Any liver disorders that you know of? God I love liver.