"Dion On...

A quick Googling of Dion's name yields this blog. Whether or not it is the same Dion we don't know. That's up to you to decide (although the blogging Dion was planning to go to law school this year). He posted all of this on the internet, so of course he wouldn't mind us taking a look, right?

The bulk of the blog is made of up crazed diatribes apparently dispatched during various solitary hikes along the Appalachian Trail.

Compared to these gems, the infamous email is about as nutty as a tax return. Based upon the blog, we have concluded that it is very, very likely that Dion will track and kill us. And he'd be successful. So there's that.

What time is it? It's crazy time:

On Elves and Dew (love of):

"I didn't start out here as a naive sap. I had the 2 canonical experiences that harden a young man past his boyish love of elves and dew."

On Cannibalism:

"I think just about everything makes me cry. I indulge myself when i cry. As i'm crying outward I crawl back in on myself to eat the marrow of it - relishing every fatty delicious bite. It makes me sick and ashamed. I try not to think about it too much. Is that me? Am I doing that to myself?"

On defenses to formations of contracts, and iguanas:

"'Fuck you god � I signed that contract under duress!' and I was back out surfing before fully digesting the iguana."

On what it all means:

"Is that the final conclusion of an authentic life? Lying on the floor masturbating with a gun to one's head?"

On LSD:

"My belly button sprouted a sunflower. Sometimes i cry when that happens and look around to see if anyone saw. Often i don't know whether to cry or to fight. Often I can't tell the difference. They seem the same. I like fighting. It makes me want to cry, which makes me angry, and makes me want to fight more."

On getting stronger:

"It was a rough hike over Dugger but as soon as it was done my body felt great about continuing and there was enough light to push on to Terrapin. Damn! My body is getting so strong!"

On getting even fucking stronger than that:

"And each day I feel my body growing stronger! I feel like a monster, a complete brute, a huge twisting mass of muscle that pushes its way wherever it wills to go. I love the flesh!"

On surfing in Mexico several times:

"I went surfing in Mexico several times."

On light bestiality:

"I kissed a pony but haven't told my wife yet. She won't be jealous. She'll just laugh."

On schizophrenia:

"I signed my first register on the A.T. today. I signed it "Crom". Crom will be my trail name on the A.T. He breathed into me the gift of defiance at birth and I'll be damned if I waste it."

On Crom:

"Crom is so smart."

On schizophrenia, II:

"There are many parts of my psyche that fear this because they know it means their possible destruction. They fear what I am doing and with wild panic attempt to abort this mission. But Crom, the beast, the destroyer, the liberator will not let them."

On creating a bullshit reason to rationalize bitching out on a hike, apparently 4 hours after seeing Red Dragon:

"And shortly after passing the shelter I realized there was no need for my hike to continue. My metamorphosis was complete."

On alter-ego's reaction to above-referenced pussing-out on a hike:

"Crom raised no protest. Not a peep. Having observed that the metamorphosis he had been tasked to propel me through had been completed he once again returned to his long slumber."

On application of swidden farming techniques, or, On electroshock therapy:

"I believe I am destroying vast acres of myself. Scorching the earth on wide planes of my mind so that something new can emerge in its place."

On revisionist memory of high school:

"From confused and depressed pre-teen, to dashing high school surfer guy, to brooding collegiate intellectual, to polyester clad night club dancing performance artist...Crom has been there to destroy what was and allow what will become."

On Dasher, on Dancer...:

"In the desert, and the frozen wasteland, I - dion - reemerge as an entity distinct from and in contrast to WORLD. I am a being exposed in naked fragility. But it's *MY* fucking naked fragility! I own it. I make it. I burn it. I destory it. I heal it."

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=350226&forum_id=2#4957177)

"..there was all along the false mentor who promised to shepherd my career in the enterprise but forgot, or willfully neglected, all his promises somewhere along the way."

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=350226&forum_id=2#4957254)