Pissed Off And Wrote A Poem

— Evelyn Graham Frost, ‘Memory’

I am no longer explaining my chronic illnesses. I'm only ominously referencing them like I'm a fantasy realm NPC dropping plot hooks:

I am besieged by the affliction

The ritual was successful, but it has drained me. I need time to recuperate.

I can't do that, because of The Curse

Dark forces are conspiring within me. I must conserve my strength to battle them.

Unseen foes assault me. I cannot strike back with blows, but I can lessen their influence by consuming certain alchemical rites.

nihilism and stoicism isn’t enough, I need God.

if you use chatgpt genuinely i view you as an imbacile.

kill the imposter syndrome in your head because not only is there someone out there doing it worse than you, they’re also using chat gpt to do it

I pray for you all of the time,

please come home.

when I said my account was a safe place, I was excluding the problem men.

The goods one are welcome and loved, but the bad ones? I let God deal with you.