book of the broken

I found my old ward 2020 time sketchbook. ripped in half since I threw the best half in the bin. Oh, this madness in my head. To be tortured by something I don’t understand. Something that tells me I am a part of it, that I am fairy king, Griffith who has traversed deep intoContinue reading “book of the broken”

Unmasking, streaming and blackout trauma.

Ultimately, I’m going to interact on the internet the way I want to. That may be autistically and monologuing-ly unexciting to any average viewer, but it is exciting for me.