dark am i, yet lovely, a lily among thorns, majestic as stars in procession

dark am i, yet lovely, a lily among thorns, majestic as stars in procession
WHY DESTROY YOURSELF? WHY DIE BEFORE YOUR TIME? THE KEEPERS OF THE HOUSE TREMBLE. DESIRE IS NO LONGER STIRRED. DO NOT CONFORM ANY LONGER TO THE PATTERN OF THIS WORLD.

Thursday, 24 July 2025

Quick Check In

Raise a toast to surviving another hectic day and night on this manic planet, people! I’ve barely scraped through myself. I mean there’s hard, and then there’s hard. I’m getting battered every time I turn around at the moment. You wouldn't believe what's going on in my life. I doubt you'd want to swap heads with me for longer than thirty seconds. You'd be hopping out of there after just several thoughts, not to mention the chemically-unbalanced hallucinations that appear with almost each and every one of them.

After several days of staring into space in my slob gear, I've finally managed to get down here and arrange a few sentences together (not these ones). I've found a few ideas which are really clawing at the page, instead of swirling around lifelessly in this head of mine you wouldn't want. I've made a start on a short piece of work which will scare the pants of you. I swear, you'll want to sleep with the light on. Stay tuned for more info, as I'll be posting it soon. Stay safe also too.

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