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@bimorph-blog
So as it turns out...
The real fucking Bimorph is angelofguess and that chick I thought was weird last year (because she was telling me about all of this). Not me. So, while it may be the title of my blog, it isn't my name. I'm James. I wonder if I can change it or something? Anyway, I JUST TRAVELED THROUGH TIME OMFG I HAVE TO TYPE IN CAPS BECAUSE I JUST MET MY GRANDFATHER IS 1982 AND HE'S REALLY COOL.
awwww this is lame. i bring a chick over and now he's exchanging sexy looks with her and kissing her and dammit.
Uh, sorry? Anyway, I guess I do like Bimorph. Sorry for all the aggro and being mean to you/her/whatever.
Not trolling. Just want to kiss you.
Oh. Fuck. So...I'm typing and I notice she's looking at me. Then I get a message. And...maybe I shouldn't post this?
No kidding. Why don't you just do it?
Stop trolling me
How about awkward, too? This chick I slept with once is now tap tapping away on her phone and I'm trying not to look at her. She's really hot, way out of my league. And I'm thinking, man, I'd really like to kiss her or something. But she came here with John, so maybe not?
Why am I putting personal stuff on here? I suppose because it gives me something to do other than look at her.
John gets here with chick. I already made omletts for everyone. We eat and sit around. John's on his computer. I'm on my computer. She's on her phone. We all fail at human interaction.
lol angelofguess got you there
Whatever. I tried to call you and then I remember your phone isn't working. Come have lunch with me. I sick of being alone in this house with all of this STUFF.
You already did. Didn't you read all that stuff? Aren't you so dedicated this blog to it?
Well shit.
Because he was already involved. You always asked, why me? Why him? Have you ever considered that the answer is simply, because you and him both chose to be involved?
But I didn't. And you're going to say, (all ominous) "You will."
The box in your attic isn't for you. It was for your grandfather. I'm perfectly able to convince you of this myself, thank you.
Why involve him? That's what I can't figure out.
yeah james. tell them some more. tell them all the stuff we figured out the first night. all tease and hint. (this is the wrong medium for this but my phone isn't working, but you remember that chick? the one you banged last year and i saw the other day? i totally had a few drinks with her last night)
Okay. Fine. So here it is.
Bimorph traveled through time to tell my grandfather about all of this and stashed a bunch of this crap to convince me in the attic. Then, as far as I can tell, Bimorph has been trying to communicate with me for most of my life.
There’s something else here. I don’t know what it is, except that they’re another time traveler. I suspect they murdered my grandfather. Somehow. But I don’t know how or why or what.
As a reasonable person, I’m starting to see some kind of link with this Puppet Master. But why kill him? And why me? Why is all of this so unreasonable?
Either this is the most elaborate prank in the world, or…
Yeah, old people don't usually drive past 5. Can't miss Diagnosis Murder. But seriously, you should be straight here, man. This is some weird stuff. I'm kinda thinking you know more now than when you started all this. Are you trying to play this off?
This isn’t about my grandfather.
this is getting creepy and uncool
I know.
there, now i have something
I don't like you. I hope you know that. So what do you want?
I am Bimorph, fuckface
…(really? that’s how you’re gonna do this?)…(screw you)…
and why are you being a liar? davey, lemme tell you, there was NOTHING normal about the way his grandpa died. shit was crazy (clever name, david b good lololol)
John, you're such an idiot. I guess, in a way, you're right. My grandfather was Carl Johnson. He died in a crash at 4am on the interstate. Nobody knows why he was driving so late or what he was doing. It was a little strange.
