Dear diary,
It turns out that legally changing my last name to Frankenstein didn't really seem to do much of anything in the way of being beneficial when it came to discovering the secrets of reanimating the dead. I guess no one ever said that attempting to play God would be easy, but this is pathetic! All that grave robbing and sneaking organs out of the county morgue and for what?All I've created is very retarded looking cadaver made out of a bunch of other cadavers. It doesn't walk. It doesn't talk. All it does is lay there on the makeshift operating table and look dead. In short, this goddamn thing doesn't work! Stupid dead fucker! You're ugly and you smell! I bought all these beakers, vials and Halloween mad doctor's lab props for nothing! Fuck you cadaver! You're no goddamn monster! You're a stupid dead fuckface! I even made you those goddamn giant shoes, you deceased piece of ungrateful shit! Fuck you!
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