The Blair Witch Project

Not so long ago three young filmmakers set out in search of a dark and evil legend that haunts a heavily wooded region in Maryland. They never returned. But the film they shot was later found, developed, and edited by Haxan films.

The footage the guys at Haxan films put together was just released and is currently scaring the shit out of people in theaters across America. Pax Acidus called them up for a feature article. They wouldn’t talk to us. Unofficial reports are that the film company boys are out in Hollywood, relaxing poolside, snorting cocaine off bimbo’s breasts.

Not easily discouraged, the Sloth came up with a brainstorm. He sent McCutcheon out into the deep woods armed with only a laptop, tape recorder, little food, a sleeping bag and loads of wine and drugs. The idea was to have McCutcheon get an exclusive interview with the elusive Blair witch.

McCutcheon never came back. But his laptop and tape recorder was latter found. The Sloth entered the journal entries on Pax Acidus.

Day One:
Not much happening. Just hiking through the woods. Smoking those joints you rolled me. Fuck they are strong. I’m so stoned I don’t know where the hell I am. You ever notice how cool nature is? I found all these rock piles and stick figures hanging from these trees. Nature is fucking cool man!

Day Two:
Little chilly from the sleep last night. Came across some more stick figures. Plus all these kids voices. Man was I stoned. To help fight the chill I start on the wine.

Day Three:
Passed out and slept soundly. Woke up and there was this weird slime all over. Kinda like in Ghostbusters, but not as much. I’m too hungover to really care. I light another joint.

Day Four:
I drop the acid. Wow. Micro dots are powerful. I come to a house. There are hand prints all over the place. This is cool. There are voices and distant drumming in the background. Not as good as an Orbital concert but what do you expect from the middle of nowhere? I’m kinda horny. I hope that witch is hot.

Day Five:
Still trippin’. I took three Mitsubishis an hour ago. They haven’t kicked in. I’m still hanging out in the house. The witch and I might throw a rave out here. The cops will never find this place.

Peace brothers,

- McCutcheon