Felt like fall this morning, just a bit. So, the windows were all raised when I returned to the crypt, after another graveyard shift. Hoping, that some of the demons and malevolent spirits lingering about might find their exit. To go be free. Curse lifted, and such. Or at least go bother someone else, for…
Tag: writing
Monday Evening Thoughts: 7.1.24
Almost weaseled my way out of this one. No such luck. Enough life is left in my mind this evening, and enough ideas were scratched out upon paper to convince your humble narrator to practice this exercise in vanity, yet again. We’ll see how it goes. Potentially (likely) horribly. Perhaps profound, but we shall let…
less, speech
silent, that bastard and right when least most expected. so sold, so, infected the convections of overlooked yesterdays, the fix, nice, and quick for to quake awake the off cast fever- to take, and bleed believer- to weave there, or, here, or anywhere- to feel faith, (understated at least)- to feel…
The Veracious Facade 