This is my first and probably most important journal entry:
Some call me an angel. Heck, my name is Gabriel and my birthday is on the 25th of March (coincidentally, the St-Gabriel aka Day of the Holy Annunciation, 9 months before the first Christmas...)
So what does that make me? Nothing that I can think of, that's for sure. I am as keen as I am deranged, a kind of rebellious Deux Ex Machina, a verbose poet of violent volubility .
In a simple word: Chaotic.
I am the figure of everything that exists for its own sake however brief and obsolete its existence may be. I will scream out loud the quietest murmurs and immortalize the most volatil