PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I fell from my horse and I woke up to find myself in this place, and nothing here is how it should be and when I was out on the streets, there was this constant, strange feeling, as if all of the happiness had been drained away. It only ceased once I was pulled in through a door by a man who told me that this is America and that the year is 2005, 79 years into a future that I should not be witnessing.

This man near me was kind enough to show me how to use this thing and I must admit, it is quite unsettling. Not in a bad way, but in an unfamiliar way.

Can I not return home? Something must have pulled me here, correct? What was it? Does it have a name? If it was her I swear I’ll

What's going on with Buffy? SHE'S MAKING THREATS ON MY LIFE.