I think it's supposed to be Coyote?
Nope.
I think it's supposed to be nast.
Sure as fuck isn't me, and the realization that it might be nast makes me deeply sad.
Can't really remember, to be honest.
I'm pretty sure it's not me. It doesn't really feel like me.
Besides, I'm not particularly smart, and have the political savvy of a land snail.
Talking about different parts of the OP, I think.
Oh, now I see. Well then gosh, I hope it's not me.
Well, there's no point to prophecy if you can't benefit from it, right? Don't join the military.
I mean, if it was you. This was written a while ago, and I was massively fucked up chemically & mentally, so I really have no idea who it was. But so far, 3 of the things I wrote have come true, though I have to say I don't actually believe in prophecy, and even if I did, the Gods would find a better avatar than a bottle of cheap liquor and a handful of benzos.
