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'Tis a plague. 'Tis a plague. It is wonderful how the Logos treats me. Wake in the morrow with spite and hate in my eyes. Where does it go? I will tell you. In her eyes. All is lost in those cruel animals. I say "all" sparingly, I still have the energy to reflect and revel in the view. She is my world. And my world is backwards. You do the math. Don't get me wrong. I am speaking the truth. Not slander. O my brothers, I love her. There is no escaping that reality. And she loves this weary body also. I am happy. Try to take it away from me. See what this body and its newfound power and essence can do to you. She is mine. Mine forever. It seems that plagues are the underlying theme for this week. My knowledge is plaguing me. The novel I am reading is about a plague. The horrid band Glassjaw has grown on me like a plague. And I believe that I am getting sick. How is that for coincidence? Brothers, you will see how much "coincidence" goes on with in my life. I swear to you, it is only the Logos telling me that it knows who I am. Confirming my belief that I might be of the fourth dimension. This all sounds crazy. Stuff and nonsense one might say. Welcome to my world.