Over the course of the past year, I have grown quite concerned of my mental state. I have days of pure genius, where other times I feel as though I am of retardation. I printed out many copies of ":retard:" (myself) and made a homemade wallpaper in my room. I feel as though he's my savior.
My theory is.. that there are a rare breed of armadillo on the island of St. Lucia that are currently plotting their escape to the Americas. I believe the next Carnival Cruise that goes there will be hijacked by the killer armadillos and set sail towards my homecountry.
This isn't the worst part though. It turns out that these armadillos carry a disease, a disease that is SO detrimental, that only I could know how scary it would be to the world. If you get bitten by this armadillo, you slowly transform into the last food you ate. Some people will be turning into pastries, some into hamburgers, some into pasta, some into spooge..
This is where cannabalism takes its course. People will begin eating each other in hopes that they will transform INTO humans and stay the same.
This is just my theory on the subject, so please don't be alarmed.
I'm sure there will be more news coming on the topic in the following months, but for now.. just be aware.