[Entry 002]
Alright, I think I've got it. I slept on it, and came to this conclusion:
Paradisa is brain damage!
I mean, last thing I remember before waking up here yesterday was Bobby Drake attempting to rearrange my face with his big, icy forehead.
So this is all just one big crazy vegetable-Pyro dream. You're all my fun coma buddies, and I'm now fucking insane. Or half-dead. Or whatever.
I mean, come on. "Angels?" Like, the Heaven kind? Demons? Aliens? Vampires? Alternate universes with no escape? Guys who know guys who are really skeletons that ride around on motorcycles on fire? The list goes on. I've lost it.
Paradisa is brain damage!
I mean, last thing I remember before waking up here yesterday was Bobby Drake attempting to rearrange my face with his big, icy forehead.
So this is all just one big crazy vegetable-Pyro dream. You're all my fun coma buddies, and I'm now fucking insane. Or half-dead. Or whatever.
I mean, come on. "Angels?" Like, the Heaven kind? Demons? Aliens? Vampires? Alternate universes with no escape? Guys who know guys who are really skeletons that ride around on motorcycles on fire? The list goes on. I've lost it.