A Lunatics Lament

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

December 3rd

today i have decided to speak more of the watcher he hunts me for stealing from the vault of the forbidden a place where magickal secrets are locked away i stole a book it was the original key of solomon the watcher hunts me now using the watchers eye which commands lesser beings to do his will he can see through their eyes it is also called the orb of trapped thoughts

i saw my parents under the porch where my library is i nearly shit my pants but they didnt notice the trap door by the way i was kidding about digging a hole its really just a basement that was unknown to my parents i found it and moved my books from the floorboards to there and drew a solomonic evocation circle down there for protection and convenience not having to do LBRP is great hmm a bird is staring at me in the snow i thought they went south... i decided to kill the bird oddly it didnt move at all it must have been a puppet of the watcher

Thursday, May 5, 2011

december 2nd

i have no time to write my books just arrived in the mail but my bitchy therapist says i have to write every day so here it is ill write more later

alright im back i had to put them in the library so my parents wont find them Years ago i dug a hole under the house and put a bookshelf in the hole there is a chair and several candles in my library i have many books on the occult (i put this book under the floorboards in my room so no one will read it)
today and yesterday i was "sick" but tomorrow i will go to school the books that arrived are clavis inferni and the secret grimoire of turiel tomorrow some interesting things may happen

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

December 1st

this is my first entry i hate writing my therapist said that i should express my deep inner struggle... bitch hmm i dont have any inner struggle i am not paranoid i really am being hunted i am not safe he calls himself the watcher he... but im supposed to be writing about things that happen so

today i saw a frog on my windowsill i have no idea how it got up there i live in the attic aka the third floor but then it fell and died on the pavement below buried in the snow i wonder how the frog survived the cold

Monday, May 2, 2011