Status Updates From Warewolff!

“…rotted and tremulous in hovels of pneumatic breeding…” fuckin Mars Volta over here

Fucking great. Who knew that a book whose name is taken from Finnegan's Wake would be oppressively challenging?

I saw flowers made of tiny women denied water. It means I wear the pain of others like a shoe. And that it fits so well it's like it isn't there.

If I am anything, I am a house seen through trees on an overcast day - in the rain. People live inside of me for a while and then leave. Or else die. Some of them mindlessly violent, for a time, on weekdays. Ha, some of them so banal it's me that demolishes them - with my hands (my special house-hands) like postcards of places that aren't there anymore.

It helps to know where I was while the rest of you were enjoying yourselves.

Like nothing I have ever read before.