Narcissus was confused. Staring at his reflection, in perpetuity, all he saw was hideous condemnations, total imperfection, and the rigor mortis of his character. Deluded, of course, his fascinating hatred was thorough to his core and complete, eternally.
Surviving 25 years of constant delusions where my mind kept trying to murder me but realized that it needed my body as it’s vehicle. My Problems weren’t attempting to kill me, though my Solutions WERE, and that, my friends, is a SILLY DILEMMA. I swear, sometimes it seems I am almost content with ditching forming any human relationships, friendships or intimate (which I have a dismal track record.) Selfish, tired, and lazy interactions feel like too much bother. Anyway, no matter how […]
Billie Graham Went Down to the Crossroads. He believed that he met Jesus there, telling him how and what to preach. Though what he failed to realize was that he just met and made a highly priced deal the Deeble (devil). I know this was true. I was there. I was Billie’s Stenographer, nuff’ said.