Upon Us Bears A Dance of Questionable Turring

    My depression would tell you that my need for sleep was like witches burning in Salem’s Lot. You have all this shouting about, all these pleas of innocence, mercy, rest…. I should get over it, stand up cause the day isn’t going to set itself on fire god damn it. My depression at […]

I went on Holiday, I found nothing, I was Never actually searching though…

So this was originally a different story, a different post in and of itself. I started to think that this idea was more important. You see while I am attempting to write this I am having what might be called a hypoglycemic attack. So for the sake of record I am recording it the best […]