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The mention of sulphuric acid could be a reference to the poor quality of water where he lived while the chainsaw could be a very rough piece of cloth. One supposes that the author of this entry is being metaphorical.

Now, sex toys are very expensive and hard to source in rural areas where the author lived. Perhaps it is best to assume that he is throwing rubbish out of a window. Is it possible for readers to dispense the niggling suspicion that he pleasured himself using the rubbish that he later disposed of?

It should be said that investigators were sent to the farmer's quarters responding to complaints about the farmer's behaviour as well as finding out what happened to persons who were missing in that area, the farmer's grandfather being one of them.

The investigators who arrived at the farmer's quarters were greeted with the stench of rotting flesh originating from a scarecrow situated at the middle of one of the farmer's fields. It turned out to be rotting corpse. Those who could put up with the stench would find that the jawbones of the corpse were displaced by force. It is believed that the corpse was that of the owner of the farm who was also the farmer's grandfather and employer. It is uncertain whether he was dead at the time when the farmer decided to use his grandfather's body as a scarecrow because the investigators did not bother with a proper autopsy.

On a side note, the sex toy that led to the farmer's grandfather being hung in the fields as a scarecrow was nowhere to be found. It can be supposed that the sex toy described by the farmer in his diary entry did not exist. It can also be supposed that someone else made off with the sex toy before the investigators arrived.

The aliens described in this entry appear to be the investigators who arrived on the site. Upon seeing the body, they did what they had to do. It seems that the farmer bizarrely mistook the tent and the barricade they left there as a toilet.

It seems apparent that the events of the diary entry did not take place in one day, barring the possibility that his grandfather was somehow able to decompose within a few minutes.

Some say that the woman is the farmer's fiancée. I am more of the opinion that she was one of the missing investigators sent to the farmer's quarters. One thing was for sure -- she was the 'cockroach'.

Movement

If there's a hole in this world I can crawl in and live for the rest of my life, I would gladly crawl in. I will shout and scream as loudly as possible. Wail like a madman, going on and on, being the wildest me possible. A frozen hole, lost in time. Where everything freezes up the innermost surface. Inside a frozen time, everything would be intact, even the youth; the homeostatic cycle standing still at one point. There was nothing to strive for, nothing to chase. Everything was still as time persists.

I want to question who I am. Why am I here, and why do I belong there? I do belong in a place without time, without deadlines. Or at least, I just want to belong. There's probably no place pleasant where I don't belong. I would like to live anywhere that's so unbelievably pleasant. The one with wealth of happiness pulsing, with little to no things to worry about.

One thing I've known for sure. I like you, I like sex. Maybe, at one way or another, I want to have sex with everyone in this planet. But I can't. I am afraid that everything I touch down will be pregnant. Even men. While I laughed at the thought of seeing an old man pregnant, and giving birth to a baby alien, I wished for one more thing, that either the baby was healthy or maybe half-dead. Everyone will be dead at one point, and the time will come when one supposedly pressed the kill switch and just flew away like nothing happened.

I do that a lot; I simply recycle something that doesn't really click in with me; that was pretty much broken and cannot be used again. Throw things away to make room for another. Yet, nothing actually died; just a malfunction. It simply taken towards the garbage dump, where it will be relocated again and again. That is, until it will end up in a pile of dump forever or be reused again with a new form. If the cycle of life was like that, maybe things weren't so beautiful at all. At some extent maybe it's true, somewhat.

The ugliness of life are somehow compensated by the beauty of sexual intercourse. Some parts of sexual life were so ugly that you want to puke your entire insides down, but when you're into it, things will become so exciting. You will forget how to discriminate between an unborn fetus and rotting old corpse when you're truly aroused enough. I think, the sign of utopia came with arousal. When everyone was engulfed in the feelings of sexual rapture so madly, I believe the world peace will finally come.

Sometimes I believe, the meaning of life comes with sexual intercourse. It Is joyful; it is pleasure; it simply comes where oneself wanting to reach a state known as climax and finally end up in the biggest orgasm possible. How good it is, that after reaching that state, you will die and ascend to the furthest heights of heaven where you will also have sex with everyone? I guess it's a matter of fetish but I know, when it comes to breasts, people could somehow be content.

So maybe, we'll make heaven be filled with breasts. Winged breasts which emitted golden light. We will have house made of breasts too. We eat breasts for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and wear lots of breasts everyday. Sleep on top of breasts, and be showered by breasts every time you went bathing. One thing to note, when you masturbate, it's now called, breast stroke. The same goes when you were doing that kind of swimming too. So it's practically you both masturbate and swim at the same time.

My desire for sex had reached another levels. It simply started as a curiosity of the body of the opposite sex. But now I learned that it's quite common nowadays, for the opposite sex to be lusting for the body of their own sex.

Still, it all starts with the curiosity of the opposite sex for me. It began when I was little. I was kind of intrigued when I bathed together with someone, only to find their genitals are different than mine. There's no penis, but I would be more intrigued and excited if they also have a penis in addition of something they already had.

I don't know, I just find it to be quite interesting because it sparks novelty. Well, at times I want to imagine myself to be surrounded by girls with penises. I might find myself In a mixture of being aroused and also wanting to cry. Maybe at one point my butt will be hurting too, but that's another story.

I was basically curious at that time. I was really thrilled to find what's really behind those clothes, or maybe minimal amount of clothing that you barely able to see what's underneath but it still keeps you even more going because its there but its not there too, such ambiguity. At the early stages, I do not know what's really behind it, so when I imagine them stripping their clothes off, there's only white foggy thing covering it, since I do not have the recollection of visual imagery to add to it.

Yeah, basically the thing was about breasts. Still not the other parts beneath the thighs or between the buttocks. Later on, I see the thing commonly known as porn, when I first seen it, to the excitement of hiding my antics from my parents and the further excitement of watching it all at the first time—it made my eyes hot until it's half hurting, but you know, it still kept me going at times. I guess, I still remember the first scenes I watched where two opposite sexes, or sometimes the opposite sex going with it with the ones of the same sex.

There's the thing about the overpopulation of blond hair in the flicks. Or maybe I just remember something about blond hair, especially when the blond hair was quite cute and young, and they also do it with some blond hair that was cute and young too. At times I don't really remember their hair colors. For what I cared, it's all about the breasts. The person might be bald, but it doesn't matter because they got the biggest racks to store an automobile. Maybe you could interpret it sexually too.

Storing an automobile. I guess the breasts were the multifunctional apparatus that's highly effective since the ancient ages.

Perhaps I talked about sexual intercourse and especially breasts too much. I don't know what's up with my irrational attraction to breasts, and not the vagina. You don't really have sex with breasts, you simply put your thing inside the vagina. If one would be very attracted to, it's gotta be the vagina. Why do everyone seem to advertise breasts and not vagina? I guess it might make sense if we could get breasts pregnant and gave birth from the breasts.

It will be funny though, if I actually seen vaginas everywhere on the tv. At times I might be quite dismayed by the sight of something that was quite a horror for me. It's like, it got gaping holes man, holy shit. Perhaps because there were other things less fitting of a horror movie than a vagina, people advertise other body parts since face advertisement is getting boring lately and the market needs some variety. So there you go, breast waist hips--you get fried chicken.

Ahem.

To sum it all up, sexual intercourse had shaped the entire society as it is now. I can also derive that it's the same sexual intercourse that cause my came to existence. There is still a doubt within me. If I was born due to sexual intercourse, will I die through sexual intercourse? I found out, that it's not merely due to sexual intercourse that one can be born. There are baby tubes, artificial insemination, cloning, self-slicing (not the ones that were done from being depressed), and many things else.

Even if, somehow, everyone was born through sexual intercourse, it may be foolish for me to assume that everyone dies because of a sexual intercourse. For example, one might have died due to a car accident. Will I be senile enough to interpret it as a form of sexual intercourse? if I am not within my right mind, perhaps. For what I knew, male insects die because of sexual intercourse. The female insect simply ate their mate after sex, so it goes.

So, will every form of death be considered as sexual intercourse? What if, every form of sexual intercourse be considered as death to. For what we knew, as we masturbated, a lot of cells were released out in the open, only to die within the deep recesses of septic tanks. It was the best holocaust ever. I sometimes did it three times a day, so there you have it.

Rather than going in details to explain how I masturbate each day, I'd probably just conclude the entirety of all these gibberish I have been throwing out to you. One reason why we simply being here is sex. Everyone already knows that too. At first, I thought about my inability of being happy because I have so little time and not being in an ideally pleasant environment. Yet, I can somehow kept myself happy because of sex.

In one way or another, you can say that sex is happiness. So be it.