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 […]

The Memory Box 2.0

hello world. Hello Imaginary Friends. How is everyone doing today? I hope this all finds you well. I am simply me. Tonight I cannot nor would I ask for more than that. Discard your romantic fantasies about dying and your trembling virginal gifts dear Imaginary Friends. Tonight none of them matter. It is about exploration […]

The Memory Box

hello world. Hello Imaginary Friends. tonight. thing’s are brighter. I am reporting to you live from somewhere in my cerebellum, an ocean of data is crashing at my toes. Thing’s have gotten rather dark in this my special little corner of myself. My white hot room is in disrepair. This I know to be true, […]

News and the words of Outlaws and Vandals, Space Pirates and Emotional Terrorist

I have spent so much time as of late feeling utterly vacant inside. No not vacant, vacant would infer absence. I am far from emotionally absent. The world itself though is exasperating, I find it performs daily like a car battery on cement. If you have read my past postings you are probably aware I […]