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How do you know if you're gay? I mean, not all the way, this person still likes girls, but he might have fooled around with a guy and really liked it.

It's for a friend.

I resisted inquiring about this for some time, but I don't suppose anyone might have a line on a therapist who isn't prone to self-indulgent idiocy? Therapy is most definitely an acquired taste, but I have yet to acquire it. And yet I can't continue this way.

I think I have my shop exactly the way I want it. I think, at least.

There's one box of books that I keep bringing back and forth from the shop to my personal library and back again. Books that I don't necessarily need and probably could stand to part with, but that I might read again.

This is the peril of owning one's own business, I suppose. Any advice on letting go of possessions would be greatly appreciated.

Yours,
Arthur Fell-Crowley

Henry and I have finally got our house sorted out. Moving is all well and good, but I can't say I enjoy setting everything up. Beyond my room, the kitchen, and the at-home laboratories work spaces we've set up in the attic and the basement, I don't see the point of the other rooms.

Apparently, it's for guests.

So now that we have guest-appropriate spaces, I suppose we need guests to fill it. I hate guests.

Do people still do house warming parties?

God has visited me in my dreams again.

I haven't disclosed this to any of you in a public forum, even if I've expressed it privately. But God has shown me a world that I can barely describe. A world that is both an alternate, a future, a past and a present. And when I saw this world, I realized that it wasn't a dream at all: it was a window into a past memory. It was a thing of beauty...and of horror. Horror because of the creatures that spawned within cities, the destruction that tore across continents....a thing I could not have ever imagined.

I am at God's side now. I have the love of the Lord in my heart. And I am his tool upon Earth. I am his herald. His harbinger. And my role here will no longer be passive! In brain scans I see this world hidden within us, and I will bring it upon us through blood, love and rebirth! For only through destruction can we be reborn into the perfect forms that will last unto Eternity! There is no other answer! No higher calling! I urge each and every one of you to look to your sins and seek rebirth!

There will be those that say I am insane. They are easy prey for the false shepard that promises salvation, when the truth is that salvation is possible only within destruction. You cannot possibly comprehend the wonders and horrors I have seen.

You do not let comprehend your place in things.

I am the harbinger of your perfection. From now on, I am assuming control.

My name is Victor Frankenstein. Perhaps some of you recognize my name, having read my publications in various journals, which is neither here nor there anymore it seems.

I've been instructed to attempt to make some friends, though, admittedly, I don't see what for. I've never had many friends due to my own preferences and I've always been just fine. That said, my current hobby of studying languages is becoming boring, and this at least will pass some time.

I have no desire to return to my given profession. I'd much rather work to get the funding to further my research, and I hope that here in California, people are much more open-minded and accepting of medical advancements.

Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth it. My last dozen walk-ins have all been people with allergies worried that they have a cold or something worse. Surely a quick click around web-md could tell them the basic differences between simple allergies and a life threatening disease that requires a doctor visit?

I'm sorry, I haven't even introduced myself on here, I don't think. I'm Dr. Henry Jekyll, I work at a clinic here. I've probably met most of you, at some point.