pb

this is for delusion, for she is my favorite d-word.


autumn is on the way. it plods toward me like...something wicked this way comes. prepare 'O gentle, beloved reader, for a daily deluge of delusional dissonance and discourse; for my distinct disposition is one disproportionately damaged by seasonal drift and death. doubled with decidous trees all afire and cold wind like death's fingers on your neck, i shall most likely delve into diffuse discourse of little import and much deploreable diction.






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"...all of the flowers i gave her,
she burned them
she burned them..."




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and...a parting shot for the night...wish i didn't hafta shave in the morning. looking scruffily rougish fits my current mood.





-pb



music: type o negative
book: avengers, brian lumley