Greetings! I’ve seen a few tidbits on the Journal pages revealed through that fun little twitter account, but I’ve yet to see any full breakdowns. So, here for your theorizing pleasure, is all I could manage to pull out of the small glimpses of the pages of Journal 3.
(There’s a lot more after the cut.)
First off, it appears as if the page sliver just above the finger at the left is the Cursed Doors entry.
Visible text on left page includes:
In research […] found quite a […] customs passe(d) […] days. For exa(ctly) […] a horse from […] of legal age.“ […] are also 46 di(?) […] when, where, a(nd?) […] court a woodpecker […] (Don’t ask.) […]
Take’em ooo rowna road whatcha goin down baby, it’s-a ninteen sissty-five, you aint gotchuh stereo on, an i dont know if I can take another light on my own.
Ya putcher ding down harpin and you’re flippin it bad and you aint got another switch sir you’re just feelin so sad and you can tell n’nother person that she’s evernescence on-on your growth.
And you can do whatcha do when yer doin it good butchoo cant do what you didn’t when ya did it last week cuz next week’s another week and if I have to remind you then you don’t understand the basic concept of time, ya
and if you wanna do it, ya can’t then it’s up to you because you know that you’re limited by a plan that you’ve bn erkin on n’ berkin yer flaz and ya put it (inhale) n’ya meanin’ and ya mud flaps flappin in the wind.