Diary of Edgar Pierce. A little experiment.

Thursday: Ate squid at insistence of sister.

Friday: Or quite possibly octopus.

Saturday: The texture was rubbery, although not quite as rubbery as rubber itself. Obsession with cephalopodic meal continues.

Sunday: Am being followed by strange presences dressed in trench coats and fedoras. The aroma of the sea.

Monday: Bright lights and strange sounds preceded abduction through my bedroom window.

Tuesday: Anal probe.

Wednesday: I begin to suspect that I have not eaten squid. Humiliating rescue by sister. In hospital.

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