what in the name of ARIOCH am i doing awake at one in the afternoon? something is very wrong here.
i used to be normal. back in high school. i can almost pinpoint the moment i went strange; some well-meaning elder loaned me a copy of Illuminatus! and it was all downhill from there, taking in along the way Michael Moorcock, Hawkwind, Rodney Matthews' posters, weed, SPK, Throbbing Gristle, Robert Crumb; from there to Weirdo, piercings, tattoos, Clive Barker, H.R. Giger and paganism.
once you've been stamped with that particular mark of Cain, nobody looks at you in the same way. even after many years, and having aged to the point where you and your partner don't spend all their time in bed.
i once wore a nice business suit to a gathering of friends. i scared them; they thought i looked like a serial killer. never again.
where am i now? like the majority of thinking people, fighting chronic depression. doing dreadful things with photoshop. trying to write entertaining stories. trying to keep cool in the southern hemisphere's summer. and admiring the growing collection of Pholcidae in the corners of the ceiling. they are my friends.
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