Long have you sought refuge from these restless hyperlinked seas.
Here, you have found it; on the unremarkable beach of an unremarkable shore, where the light of the campfire is humbled by the brilliant majesty of the stars.
Come and rest and listen with me to the sound of the wind in the palm leaves and perhaps I will tell you a story–not at all once–but enough that you will come to understand the truth of this place.
In decades past, in the beginning that was not the beginning but a beginning, in a strange realm, in an underground bunker deep within the earth, a teenaged boy conducted an experiment.
The boy (who was very sad) combined dark magic and technology, conducting rituals of blood and bone and electricity.
And from these disparate elements he built a humble shrine but knew not which Gods to serve. Instead, he dedicated his creation to an uncomfortable affectation that roiled within him.
And thus, in that dark space (body bg color black), the Shrine of Insanity was created.
There now, I have said enough already. The sun begins to rise and it is time for you to leave.
One day, if you return, perhaps I will tell you the rest. Indeed, I know the story well.
For I am that boy.
And this is that Shrine.
im not sad
im just tired
im not tired
im just sad
im not sad
im just mad
im not mad
im just bad
Vampire Lady Going To Bite The Man
The world ended weeks ago, but it still feels like yesterday.
We used to hear about these “Revelations” these “Doomsday Prophets”, y’know, but we never really believed it. We never thought that shit was for real.
Until it happened.
Don’t get me wrong: I ain’t saying that a heavenly host of angels came down outta the sky. And the question about God… well, that’s still a point of contention between a lotta folks. But I can tell you what did happen, or at least about the things that I saw.
It’s hard to accept that there was a time before this. A time when everything was normal. We didn’t recognise normal at the time, of course. We ranted and raged and we fought each other and most of those things are still happening in one way or another.
There’s plenty of the “old world” left, of course; but most of it doesn’t work anymore. And those that do don’t work the same as they used to.
But there is one thing that I know…
Things still burn.
A single spark
From striking blades
On some battlefield
In both space and time