THURSDAY
JUNE 2ND, 2011
("le
bouffon blanc")
10:30
AM
Oh my god, this countryside! LOOK AT THAT. That is
GORGEOUS. I can only imagine what it’d look like with a blue sky,
rather than a red one.
There’s one problem, though. It’s
oddly quiet. No birds, no animals, no nothing.
I thought I heard
quiet whispering for a second, but that seems to have just been my
imagination.
10:35
AM
I’m takin’ a walk. :DDD
10:39
AM
a voice speaks to me
Are those guys in the distance
wearing outfits like mine? o_o
do you want to see?
10:41
AM
The others are calling me back.
..they’re looking
at me funny.
10:53
AM
You’ve got to be kidding me. Someone told these
guys I had blown up the hearse. They think I’m some
harbinger of death, le bouffon blanc. I’m not a
buffoon. ._.
They wouldn’t let me stay. They seemed to get
more and more angry with each reply I made. I just tried to ask for
forgiveness, to be accepted. D: They looked.. afraid.
Now I’m
on my own again.
11:00
AM
Well, sign says Paris is this way, so at least there’s
something.
11:11
AM
I WISH THIS WAS EASYYYY.
12:39
PM
Heeeere I go agaaaain on my owwwwn
3:21
PM
This road is oddly devoid of all life, whether it be
friendly or fucked-up. It’s been going for miles. ..well, I
suppose it’d be kilometres.
Still, you get the point.
4:46
PM
I hear cawing.
I’m pretty sure it’s the same
cawing I’ve been hearing for a week now.
What is it,
though?
4:48
PM
I see nothing in the skies, and nothing’s anywhere in
sight on the ground. ..hate highways.
6:03
PM
I’m pretty damn hungry. I haven’t eaten in a while.
6:27
PM
There’s a house off in the distance!
6:39
PM
Nobody’s answering. I’ll see if I can break in.
6:43
PM
I’m in.
6:44
PM
Ohhhh hoh hoh hoh. Dear journal, today I met the object
of my childhood obsessions. No, not girl farts. I met.. a
crowbar.
Jackpot. >w>
6:45
PM
Note to self: Don’t ever show anyone this journal.
Better yet, just rip that page out before you show it to people.
6:48
PM
..this house doesn’t have a basement? Damn! I hope the
next one I find will.
6:56
PM
On the road again, I’m so glad to be back on the road
again. That’s a lie, by the way.
7:31
PM
Found another house. This one’s also deserted.
7:33
PM
DEAR SWEET I say “dear sweet ______” a lot these
days.
I don’t even know why I was so surprised. It’s a
skeleton. Did I not expect to see dead people in the
apocalypse?
Well, okay, I mean, skeletons are still a
little.. freaky.
7:35
PM
BASEMENT.
Damn, it’s dark down here.
I should
probably try speaking en francais from time to time, since I
am en france, after all.
Um…
ALORS! C’est
tres, tres— comment dit-on “dark” en francais? Je ne
sais pas.
Well, that was pointless.
7:37
PM
FILS DE LA PUTE
GO FUCK YOURSELF YOU STUPID I HATE
YOU DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE
DIE DIE DIE NO DIE SHUT UP DIE I DON’T
CARE JUST DIE
Fucking skeleton. Came to life. Yeah, well,
lemme tell ya, skeletons don’t react too well to having a fucking
crowbar in their fucking faces.
Yeah, who’s
laughing now, pute?
I had no idea I knew how to swear in
French.
I feel ill.
7:41
PM
Well, I definitely went down a rabbit hole. Last time I
checked, France wasn’t fucking Dogscape. Dog planet, made entirely
of dog, ground is dog flesh, trees are dog bone, there are giant dog
eyes and dog ears and dog tails and dog mouths growing out of the
ground, everything is alive and writhing and
That does it, I’m
gonna go throw up.
7:43
PM
The rabbit hole’s not one-way, right? I can go back?
Please let me fucking go back I’m not going out there oh my
god.
..Jordan, let’s be reasonable about this. We both know—
that is, me and myself— that the rabbit holes act like… like,
uh…. what’s it called, again? That place in Minecraft.
That Nether place. Where every step in there is equal to eight steps
in the normal place. So yeah, rabbit holes are like that. You won’t
have to go too far out there in Fucking-I-Hate land.
I
wish Fentzy was here. She’d appreciate that joke.
Yeah,
Jordan. You wanna know what else Fentzy would do?
She’d
fucking do this. Dogscape wouldn’t scare Fentzy.
7:45
PM
OH GOD I HATE THIS OH GOD OH MY GOD I’M SO FUCKING GLAD
I’M WEARING SHOES
FUCK YOU, BRAVE PART OF ME.
7:46
PM
IT’S MY BODY, DOGSCAPE. AND IF YOU’RE TOUCHING
ME IN A WAY OR PLACE THAT MAKES ME FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, THAT’S
NO GOOD.
7:48
PM
SO WHAT WILL I DO, DOGSCAPE? FIRST, I’LL SAY NO.
THEN, I’M GETTING THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.
7:50
PM
gonnabarfgonnabarfgonnabarfgonnabarf
7:52
PM
DEAR SWEET MOTHERFUCKING SWEET DEAR THE FUCK YOU
NO
TICKS
TICKS
TICKS
TICKS
TICKS
TICKS
THE
SIZE
OF ICE CREAM TUBS
TICKS
THE SIZE
OF ICE
CREAM TUBS
RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN
GET
ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE PLEASE PLEASE OH GOD
PLEASE
PLEASE
PLEASE
RABBIT HOLE
PLEASE
PLEAASE
YOU’RE
ENJOYING THIS AREN’T YOU
YOU’RE ENJOYING MY SUFFERING
WELL
FUCK YOU
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Wait, I
have a crowbar.
DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE
DIE
GO
FUCKING
DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
9:42
PM
home earth life not covered in dog guts
thank you
rabbit hole
oh god
can’t sleep
dogscape’ll eat
me
even though i’m back in reality i can’t sleep dogscape’ll
eat me
i don’t wanna be a part of it
oh god
(The next several pages of the journal are filled with insane scribblings and words. “Dog” appears a lot. They stop by 11 PM, and are then met by today’s attached piece of paper: “There’s something magical about 11 PM. It’s the perfect interval between ‘too early, not tired enough to sleep’ and 'too late, will not get enough sleep,’ or at least it usually is for most schedules. And for those who stay up through it, it’s that magical hour when a lot of people are asleep so there’s a nice quiet air, but it’s still early enough to promise a whole night ahead. Plus as soon as the clock hits 11 PM, a miracle happens somewhere on Earth, and you can take that to the bank and no one can convince me otherwise! Then only eleven minutes later is when the wishing can happen. What’s not to love about 11 PM? Also the moment when the clock goes from 11:59 PM to 00:00 AM is magical too, because.” This piece of paper also has, in red marker, “F” in a circle and “Very funny! This doesn’t fly in Advanced Metaphysics!” written next to it. This paper was probably not intended to go here.)