July 7, 1998


Life is beginning to seem like a conspiracy. That old saying “three strikes and you’re out” has been proven false. I was on my way to the far west until a barricade blocked off the highway that was my ticket to heaven. Here I am back at headquarters waiting around for my name to be called. I feel I have lost everything but the moment I speak these words aloud another catastrophe would take place. My mind has been occupied by the revelation of the end of the world, and I have come to the conclusion that if it does not take place in the near future, I will find peace with insanity.


Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist