85 - Underground now.

joneworlds@mailbox.org

Well, I'm writing this while buried underground inside a car. I'm about one day into my three day burying. I think. One bottle of purification water poured, two to go. The first few two-hour prayer cycles went mostly okay. Although segments 2 through 16 concerning the return of the holy hydras after the great Turning, I'm pretty sure I screwed that part up. Also I think I maybe drank some of the blessed purification water on accident, instead of pouring it into the ground, when I got my bottles mixed up. It's dark in here, you know. But it's okay.

Somehow my good old phone still gets a signal down in here. They sure don't make them like they used to. I wonder if I can qualify for ROOPHLOCH '21 with this post.

ROOPHLOCH '21

I mean, I'm sure not phlogging from my usual place, but this 1990 Chrysler New Yorker is for sure man-made, and it'll be left here buried permanent once I'm done my time. So that's like a violation of rule #3. But the seats sure are comfy for this model year.

Next - 86 - Pete brings me back.

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