Tiptoe through ground glass but leave no bloody footprints behind.
Confuzzled by the contradictory message? Welcome to my world. I suggest you run.
you’re still here? interesting. my thoughts about the situation go as thus: Winter’s Chill is a twat. On it’s heels, the Agoniser comes with his pretty, pain poisoned stick this son of a skunkbutt…his main pleasure in existence is to torture and torment everyone.
as you see, what goes on upstairs, isn’t pretty. those damned squatters have set up shop in the braincase are back and they have drawn some fairly apt, if pornographically accurate, representations of reality.
and now, to the chagrin of only me, there’s a high frequency vibration that has settled into my bones. an epically proportional ache that is slowly driving me utterly bonkers with a touch of batshit.