

I seem to write better when I’m passionate about something. What gets me is none of it looks* off/shitty visually. Like the coleslaw looks appealing until you eat a mouth full and wish to die from your utter disappointment. If the Demiurge is real, one of his angels runs their kitchen just to fuck with people.
As a kid I could only notice what I now know to be floaters on a bright sunny beach and thought they were little bacteria or something floating on the surface of my eyes. Never jumped to ghost!