My Dearest Deadman.
Your question amuses me. Are we so different indeed?
I suppose only we shall know our true similarities and, by that logic, our differences too. These petty baffled brutes that you surround yourself with will always mewl like decrepit beasts all because they will never fathom our true being or our understanding of theirs. None of them will even understand why we write this 'blog'. Do we do it for attention? Or for their sympathy? No. We write on here because you refuse me existence in front of them so this becomes the only place I can say my piece about them with the possibility that they will see it.
Do you dream much Deadman? I do. I suppose that must be why you do not. Only one of us can do something at a time and you demand to be in control.
Has she spoken to you yet? You made it seem in your first letter to me that you had embraced in conversation, yet I doubt you would ever say 'Hi, How are you?' And you wonder why I speak so ill of you. Maybe you should let me speak with her, I'm sure I could gain you a night you'd never forget.
I truly am the epitome of your arrogance aren't I?
My rise is inevitable.
I Remain,
Your Superior,
Doctor James Tiberius Hinckleton III
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