DARKMANN LOG 03
THIS IS A COLD DARK NIGHT FOR A COLD DARK MAN
A COLD DARK DARKMANN
I HAD DARK DAY TODAY. I WOKE UP DURING MID AFTERNOON AND WENT TO FEED MY PIGEONS, THEY ARE ALL I HAVE LEFT IN THIS GLOOMY WORLD
TO PROVE THIS WORLD IS GLOOMY I WILL GIVE YOU A SCOOP OF THE TERROR THAT INHERITS MY EVERYDAY LIFE. WHILE FEEDING THE BIRDS I NOTICED ONE WAS NOT COMING TO MY CALL
HIS NAME WAS SISKEL, APPROPRIATELY NAMED AFTER THE TELEVISION SHOW SISKEL AND EBERT THAT I PICKED UP ON A 1976 BLACK MODEL SANYO IN MY WAREHOUSE MANY A YEAR AGO.
HE IS NOW PRESUMED DEAD AND I AM PRESUMED PISSED AND READY TO SHOVE MY DARKNESS INTO A FEW HOOLIGANS.
MY HATE IS ONLY OUTWEIGHED BY MY BODILY PAIN