Dear Diary
I dreamed the devil was jealous of God's ability to create life. In the dream, I was still working at the bookstore, and was wearing an astronaut's spacesuit. The Devil seemed pretty lonlely, and kept making small talk.
I was busy helping someone find a book, so I didn't get a chance to catch all of it. He was basically saying that he was able to birth his children through from the mind of an individual on whom a soul has been wasted. The product of his spiritual hacking would eventually grow into a creature that, for all intents and purposes, was a normal looking human being. These things were just nasty, however, and functioned only to fuck things up for the rest of the natural world. I told him I thought that it would make a cool movie, and he smiled. Then this huge headed baby flew through the window and exploded.
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I was busy helping someone find a book, so I didn't get a chance to catch all of it. He was basically saying that he was able to birth his children through from the mind of an individual on whom a soul has been wasted. The product of his spiritual hacking would eventually grow into a creature that, for all intents and purposes, was a normal looking human being. These things were just nasty, however, and functioned only to fuck things up for the rest of the natural world. I told him I thought that it would make a cool movie, and he smiled. Then this huge headed baby flew through the window and exploded.
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