February 21, 2000
It's been so long. Almost like a past life that keeps spitting Deja Vu flashes at me. Oh, soon, very soon I'll live my life the way I became. My seduction, there's adduction, The Things They said. Isle of the promises they were so eager to make to me. Sometimes it here here or there, maybe, when I apply myself, a screen or a mon. How I love these times. My teeth in their skin, my hair clenched around and through their fingers, and my fingernails stabbing and arresting the flesh underneath them. But the best part was when I hear my name on their lips. I will return. I will remain. I shall rule again.