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And elder sign.
Such a harmless object, unless your insane that is.
Does that make me insane, as I work with my razor blade.
Just so recently found in my room, two of them.
And now, this harmless elder sign, you Lovecraft people should know it.
It is now making its home on my left ankle.
I write, excuse me, type this now.
Listening to Guns 'N Roses.
And I wonder, am I sinking again?
I try to deny it. It's just harmless fun, right?
I tell this to myself, while the large band-aid begs to differ.
My mom, I told her that I cut it, yeah I did.
But to her, not with a razor blade.
The metal peice under the support beam in my room. Rusty with floodings and damp.
You see, my room is in the basement.
If that was confusing you.
"Did you clean it? You know that rusty cuts are the worst."
"Yeah, I cleaned it."
I told her so she wouldn't find it by herself after time.
Get rid of any suspision right away.
This is getting spotty. Man, I've just drained that out.
And yet I still type.
Why?
Because I wonder if I should tell of the blades to my mom.
I'm scared and confused, so they remain.
And yet, if she were to find the box they came in, why, she would find only one.
Probably ask to see what I've done with it.
I might get sent to Prarie. But not just out patient this time.
The other, hiding with the second disc of my Re-Animator movie. See, more Lovecraft. Hardy har har.
Jeez, this is becomeing a book. Though I think I've gotton rid of all the details.
And so, this elder sign scabs up under my band-aid, after working on it.
But I washed it!
Doesn't that mean it is more than just mindless self infliction???
Or am I just kidding my self.
I have no idea.
Man I need to stop this...