I don't know how to feel after finding out people are still reading a half-abandoned project I posted here. I would want to resume it but I am in a completely different headspace for it rn. Oh well.
This great witch has lent a Great Demon her sense of aesthetics for two months once. That was a very liberating experience.
"Is this a good melody? I dunno. You might as well ask this great witch whether a spectogram sounds good"
"They say you are an ugly child. I can't see it. It's like looking at a matrix and thinking whether the sequence 12.216, 5.181, 0 -162.12 looks ugly in a particular row"
?These fingers in my hair?
?That sly come-hither stare?
?That strips my conscious bare?
?It's witchcraft?
?And I've got no defense for it?
?The heat is too intense for it?
?What good would common sense for it do?
This great witch keeps writing "too" instead of "to" at the end of the sentences. Case in point: It's a piece of wood GC had wanted to carve but was too demotivated too
I'm gonna sound like a cuck but I am glad I managed to buy three books at a bargain price. This Internet shop was having a discount and I bought 3 books for the price of a slice of cake in a supermarket close by. I got two, the last one is bound to arrive in a few days, and one of them is soooo good in think paper quality, full color and all.
I do not drink, but lately I've had the mood for getting a glass of wine, sitting at my balcony (in my balcony?) and playing my favourite artist. In other words, I need to get away from it all for a few days to recharge my battery for day to day bullshit. It's funny how when I'm alone I don't feel lonely but when I'm around other people I have a feeling that is not exactly it but an approximation.
?Phone rings, door chimes, in comes Company?
?No strings, good times, room hums Company?
?Late nights, quick bites, party games?
?Deep talks, long walks, telephone calls?
?Thoughts shared, souls bared, private names?
?All those photos up on the walls?
?"With love,"?
?In the wee small hours of the morning?
?While the whole wide world is fast asleep?
?You lie awake and think about the girl?
?And never ever think of counting sheep?
?When your lonely heart has learned its lesson?
?You'd be hers if only she would call?
?In the wee small hours of the morning ?
?That's the time you miss her most of all?
If the third world war happened and the nuclear bombs began flying, if civilization was destroyed and survival became the alpha and the omega of everyday life, I am not sure I wouldn't end myself in the first week. Just because there would be no hope. And if there was hope, maybe I could force myself to live.
Just shower thoughts
?I'll have a blue Solstice, Cthulhu?
?I'll be so blue, thinking what you'll do?
?Sacrifices of red, on the blue open sea?
?Won't mean a thing, until you're here with me?
?Until your blue nightmares awake me?
?And all my blue angles forsake me?
?You'll be down in your tomb?
?In cyclopian gloom?
?And I'll have a blue, blue blue blue Solstice?
ever since I told the idea that I'd give fools money and a hot wife instead of something elaborate I got far too many requests to sell their souls from some people. Where did they even find me? Anyway, this policy was bad, I got like 2 okay quality souls and a dozen lesser ones out of it but the director board agreed with me that our policy always focused on quality more than quantity. So we're dropping this deal.
This great witch bought a second-hand system on a flea market. These things were popular and this great witch wanted to give some gimmick like this to a client I am working on right now.
Normal me would force him to cook normally anyway to gather his guilt but I didn't care much.
My profits went down a bit those two months but the cost of rent covered them splendidly

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