Vapors

I just can't.
I. Just. Can.

Hello,

If you've been reading this blog for any length, you will know that there is no certain point or flow to things. I come and go as I please, I terrorize and entertain (Terrortain™ has been tossed around, Enterrorize™ as well), create and destroy as is my wont.

You know (or don't) the drill.

Now comes the time for something different (or the same). The only constant in reality is change. Static, the frozen immovable ignorance, belies entropy. And we all know that's what I'm about.
Entropy.

Oblivion.

Destruction.

It's natural! Don't get all up-in-arms (or lack of them if the United States government is to be believed) and pout, without entropy we'd be buried in mire. Destruction makes way for creation and creation makes way for destruction.

Inevitability.

I should be combing through the thousands of files right now, following up on leads, and uncovering those juicy delicious morsels that come from your addresses. I still have The List, rube.
I pried it from that fat bastard's cold dead hand.
I left Heroes & Villains in my wake.
I created them.
I destroyed them.
I created them.
I destroyed them.

It matters little if you do not understand (or have ever) my missive.
The end result is glorious.

GLORY!
Someone give me an 'amen'.
Oh, right.
No one left.

I've been alone before. I stared longingly at the Abyss, caring not what looked upon me, abashed, yet still I stood. I was brought low, many times over (a curse of the Multiverse™) and in that dread, in that isolation, in that choking, HARROWING... I was forged anew.

A Thousand Folds, A Million Fires, and through the nexus, I emerge.
Again.
Anew.
Unchanged.
Unlike anything I was before.

Plotting, as always, to take over this sad little rock, you may continue, unabated.
It will be for naught.
I seek not it's domination, nor it's rule.
I seek not slaves or minions.
I seek only it's rebirth.
It's renewal.

It will soon die, though it's suffering great and long.
Then we can commence with what comes naturally next:

RESURRECTION.

Having a wonderful time on the brink of sanity,
-aw





p.s. You are close to me now, dear and purchased with no malice. You are of my kin, if not of my blood.
When the need for allegiance arises, when the daunting task of facing Oblivion is met, you have only to call.

p.p.s. I'm already there.