Status Updates From The Ground Beneath Her Feet

hereabouts we are plagued by goodness masquerading as goodness. The supernatural here is our lifetime detention centre. And every so often our deep spiritualism leads us to massacre one another like beasts. Excuse me, but some of us aren’t falling for it, some of us are trying to break free into the real.

Things are what they are

Maybe we are disruptive and antisocial and we shouldn’t be allowed. You’re entitled to your opinion. All I will say is: sleep soundly, baby. Sleep tight and sweet dreams.

But we live on a broken mirror, and fresh cracks appear in its surface every day.