I know I haven't been writing these blogs. I didn't feel like it. In fact, I wasn't going to write anymore at all. I was considering getting someone else to do it, but I didn't care enough for even that. I've been laying in bed all day, just being incredibly angry at Buddy for what he's putting me through. I even made a rather pitiful attempt to have him killed in his own book, but he just has too many supporters for something like that to be accomplished. I'm on a short leash, and I know it.
My plans haven't changed, though. I'm still giving myself to Camazotz. Miss Silky is facilitating this while she goes on whatever egotistical rampage she feels is necessary to make herself feel pretty. And yes, I do not care if you're reading this, you purple bitch. I do not care. Why should I? I know what you are, and so I'll say it. What are you even going to do to me at this point? I'm giving you what you want, so just take the criticism and move on.
I'm a dying fox with the power of God to spread around, and I expect a certain amount of license and perhaps rudeness while I am doing these final acts. Miss Silky is a conceited bitch, and I won't take that back. To be fair... Camazotz is pretty rotten too... but I can't help but be attracted to him. It's not really my fault. I've entirely given myself over to him to be abused, but I'll still call him out for what he is. Camazotz is a conceited jerk. If that upsets him to hear, he can show up and deal with it.
One more thing. I met someone recently. His name is Rex. He is a beaver, and he is also my son. I think he is being hunted right now, and I want to make this very clear: none of you will touch him. If any of you dare, I will find a way to ruin all of you. Give this one fucking thing to me. Rex belongs to me. That's a goddamn holy order from the woman who is giving you everything you desire.
That's it. I don't know if I want to write any more of these blogs. Leave me alone unless you have business with me. Camazotz, you may come in as you please.
