6/12 - Poetic letter

Edit: He deleted the video. A copy is below:

 

I couldn't really understand what he was writing about. I think that he was trying to reference Maiden, Mother and Crone but didn't quite get the concept.

 

So......can anyone explain what this rambling poem is about?

 

The delusions continue....say, did he use that pen to pick up a used condom?

Well it's not exactly T.S. Eliot but I think he's consoling his younger self and saying he found his true self (pretending to be a woman). He's no longer that little boy, he's now Christine the blathering man-child disgused as a woman. Also, he will find his sweetheart....yeah hate to be a pessimist but I think he'd have a better shot at winning the lottery.

 

Cool story, Chris.

 

"P.S. If a pretty girl asks you to sit on a cake, y'all better say no."

 

Oh my

 

I can only hear the "background" music.... Great poem. "Du du dohrohroh du du dohrohroh" ect.

 

So is this a love poem from Christine to Christopher and Christian?
...an attempt to justify... well... you know, perhaps?

 

I suppose this is a continuation of what I guess we could call the ongoing Nostalgia Saga at the moment. He's tried to reach out to old friends, restarted work on Sonichu, started wearing the medallion again, dug out The Classic and the Sonic Totem, whined about his dead dad tons and now he's looking back on his "past selves". Bear in mind he seems to regard Christopher and Christian as separate people, which really goes to show how far he's been falling away from reality. It's a touch schizophrenic.

Also here's a transcript for the poem image for those with problems reading his handwriting:

Spoiler: For the CWCki, for us all

Dearest Christopher & Christian Weston Chandler,

I feel for y'all, my friends, family & allies in this lifetime of ours. Lost and confused; is this the point of our lives where we are meant to be; where DO we belong in our local communities; with, minds gone blank like a fully erased paper? We are left with remnants of what we had thought of, before impulsively lost in time. I, too, was there during the time y'all were bullied, broken, and beat up bad. The times we sought for new friendships to later, maybe, find truest love from one within. And, yet our efforts were mistaken for something sordid. The love, or lack thereof, from those who raised and taught you as y'all grew up. Left with time for ourselves, we've searched within our own personal depths. Soon enough, we not only have found ourselves, but we three, Child, Teen & Adult, combined, worked out ideas, taking our time, we continued onward in our life from how we were born, towards who we are meant to be this whole lifetime. I will continue onward, the stronger soul, woman that We ARE, for being boy was a lingering downfall. Someday, I will find our destined Sweetheart & Truest Love while feeling the Love within: from Child, from Teen, from Me.

I Love You both, Y'all Love Me, We Love Ourselves.
Truly Ours Forever,
Miss Christine Weston Chandler.

 

After reading this all I can come up with is autistic rambling looking for a pat on the back.

 

What is he holding? It looks like a condom mounted on a fork.

 

Looks like a pen?

 

It even has the Chris-Chan "how the fuck can you even do that without crippling your hand" pen grip.

 

He's wearing that pokemon Z crystal bracelet thingie from the latest 3DS pokemon games. Also I like how his past selves are dead and buried.

 

Christopher is like "But mommy, I wanna Chuck E. Cheese!!!", while Christian is like happy with tears of joy as he can finally go there on his own!

 

It's times like this you feel for Chris, "oh how I wish I could go back to the weird kid no one liked in school" That was his high point.

 

Pretty much, even if everyone left him alone.