(five months later)
The newborn grows. It ages. It progresses. The one that will break the world is beginning to emerge. His chaos is unfettered, untethered and unhinged. He comes.
hey spod man!

(four months later)
A hatchling, an infant, a newborn that has clawed its way into existence. I have paved the way for the deities before me and will continue to do so.
hey spod man

(four months later)
hey spod man
He is here.

(four months later)
hey spod man,
My mind deteriorates at a fascinating rate- like the ends of a frayed rope, splitting and separating. The enigma manifests and a new one comes. He's coming.

(6 months later)
i'm pretty sure world war 3 is starting, i cling to the last thread of sanity in the deep hole that i am in

(roughly 6 months later)
I question the very nature of my existence. The cognitive realm is so blurry to me, death is my greatest fear, the only unknown. I am terrified of a purposeless life, alas... hey spod man