sean isinumpa

A NEW CHANGE.
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what is now, what will be, what has always come before, the creature you truly are, the creature we all are, buried in the nameless black of a name.

rotting and rotting and
rotting rotting rott ing

where am I again?

being dead means having roaches and ants around.

i can feel myself *grounded*. like. i'm really feeling like an actual walking corpse.

technology is not on my side at all. everything is so confusing, i'm not resting, everything is blurry. am i even in the right body or what?

let me out let me out LET ME OUT.

jesus christ, even time is confusing here. it's only been a few days, how has it been close to a month for you all?!

i assume i'm 18 by this... "timeline" or whatever, but i don't know. when did i die again???

running on whatever's got left in my system. restless, unfortunately.

pace around, better try to breathe. pace around, pace around.

you gotta be fuckin' kidding me.

HAVE YOU REALLY LOST YOURSELF? DO YOU REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE? YOU REMEMBERED HIM. YOU REMEMBER BURKHARDT.

WAKE UP AND GET OUT THERE E̶D̶E̶N̶
SEAN.

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I WONDER IF SEAN HAS ANY OTHER ACCOUNTS.

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THE TALL MAN WAS NICE ENOUGH TO GIVE SEAN A TV. TOO BAD IT DOESN'T HAVE CABLE.
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MAYBE JOT DOWN ITS BEHAVIORS. FIND WEAKNESSES. FIND SOMETHING TO THROW IT OFF.
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guys, before i go to bed, i have to ask...

is it a crime to drink oat milk? divulge didn't expect me to drink anything that "isn't" considered milk, if that makes sense.

good luck and take care. be careful and for that "walking" thing, i guess you could say waltzing? sauntering? dunno, doesn't sound really cool, does it?

thanks, ivy. i'm a little rusty, but practice makes perfect! :)

i remember him.

just had a dream about some rabid creature crawling around the apartment vents. it attacked my mom and my dad. it had claws and sharp teeth and its eyes were so fucking creepy. what. the. hell.

saw a hornet fly by the window.
then the tall man. that poor hornet got squashed, somehow.

well. i'm trying to compile some footage of me doing stuff around the house. i've came across something about my life that *might* give me a way to get out of this hellhole.

but here's me with my guitar.

sounds like shit hit the fan pretty quick. hope you guys are alright now.

i can't sleep at all. i'm afraid to pick up my camera. i'm afraid to record again. god, i wish i didn't create my channel at all. god. i'm afraid.

happy father's day. can't say much about my old man, but he tried being a good dad.

hah, yeah, it could've been worse! hopefully you guys get this whole thing figured out. i'd freak out if some guy had a hold of my channel too.

clock keeps ticking...

oh that's odd.