A medium sized black journal, filled with the ramblings of Derek Crow...
So someone told me I should write one of these things... that it might help. Help with what? I have no idea. But hell, I'll give it a try.
- Exhibit One -
I've watched you advance, retreat, rinse, repeat. It's constant wargames for you. A fierce fight you refuse to yield. A fire burns inside of you. A fire that will never die. Never extinguish. I plan to watch it grow for sparks and embers into a raging inferno. Organized chaos. How beautiful it truly is. You'll never quit. I know it. I would stake my fucking life on it.
- Exhibit Two -
What makes you tick? I'd love to carve into that skull of yours and pull it out of you. I'll find out. Don't you worry. Until then, you'll just think I don't know a damn thing... Oh how deadly wrong you are. Don't think you have me or anyone else fooled. The foolish are often mistaken for brave. I do wonder which one you are...
- Exhibit Three -
You're are quite the unknown factor. Vying for attention. What if I gave you all the attention you wanted. Would you be appalled or would you squeal with delight? There's many a side to you that you may not even realize. But I watch. As I always have. I'm always watching. I'll see what you grow into. Either someone worth my time. Or someone better to grind into dust.
A small doodle of a spider is dotted in the bottom right of the page.
Signed D. Crow.