Now i just gotta decide who I trust enough to give all my passwords to so I don’t delete everything and destroy all this hard work I’ve done. When the darkness comes. And it will. They are gathering forces, training killer babies, to launch an attack on my poor old soul because they don’t want the lords of light to prevail, who sing through me. Their weakness is the failure to acknowledge one very crucial thing about me and this whole game: I Am The Darkness. When light enters, it doesn’t destroy. It just exposes what lies in the shadows. Bathes it all in love like our dying sun. All the ghosts that haunt you in your dreams. All the broken and abandoned and addicted. This is not some new-age fairytale snowflake woowoo. This is the place where time begins and oceans are formed. All the scientists and historians study how things came to be and probabilities and theories on the very fabric of reality. My doctorate is something beyond the known. You reach that wall in your mind. Absurdity. Laughter. Horror. Melancholy. Madness. The source and the end of everything. This is where the magic is found for poets and mystics who refuse to punch the clock. The land of hurt and healing on the edge of forever. Viking Jesus Time. It begins now. Tick tock.
