Diaries of a Prolapsed Anus

Enter the mystical adventures of the one and only Prolapsed Anus

Dear diary,

I've been down here for a couple of weeks now, my neck beard has also started which is worrying as i'm a prolapsed anus. So as my journey continues to the centre of the earth my battle scars grow larger with every cut the glass on the floor makes. I am moist and hard what am I? Jesus? no I am Moist rock with no lover.

I am dead now but my pet Dean knows his way around a pencil, thus this ends my story as Dean hasn't been fed for a week and the windows are closed.

Farewell Dean.