“Excuse the blood, but I have slit my wrists and neck. It was the intention that I would
die in the woods so that it would take a few days before I was possibly found. I belong in the
woods and have always done so. No one will understand the reason for this anyway. To give
some semblance of an explanation I'm not a human, this is just a dream and soon I will awake.
It was too cold and the blood was coagulating all the time, plus my new knife is too dull. If I don't
succeed dying to the knife I will blow all the shit out of my skull. Yet I do not know. I left all my
lyrics by "Let the good times roll" -- plus the rest of the money. Whoever finds it gets the fucking
thing. As a last salutation may I present "Life Eternal". Do whatever you want with the fucking
thing.” / Pelle.
There is nothing but the autumn wind. I hope you’re all doing well.