I stand at the edge of a pond, watching the water and waiting. There's a slight breeze, ruffling my hair and the tall grasses nearby. The sky is a deep blue with a few clouds drifting in the wind, but it's going to be a clear night.
I don't drink, smoke, or do drugs. I used to drink, but the last time I got so drunk I couldn't remember the next day, I made my girlfriend cry. I don't like being the reason someone else is upset. That's why I stopped. I wish I was still a drinker. I could blame everything I'm doing wrong on the fact that I had one too many, instead of blaming myself.
I don't know why I'm out here, looking down into the murky pond water. I just know I can't move from this spot. Not yet.

hey dad

When the crows come, the babies are taken away. The great exarch is is flayed before the masses, and his daughters feast on his holy remains. Behold, the drowned angel consumes the newborns beneath the holy feast above. The young ones now hide in the unholy flesh. Devour the skin of the defeated legion. Share the sorrow with your sons and daughters. Sear into their skins the final lullaby of the unclean saint. Cleanse the sacramental tree. The Aponians run and hide. They sever their own tongues and nail them to the front doors in unholy repentance. The intestines dance on the floor of the front porch. It is a miracle. The wonders under our own skin. Offer up your teeth into the woven basket held by the daughter of the faceless chief. I contemplate my own flesh as my fingers are removed. Redemption lies beneath the slit eye lids. Paradise awaits after judgement. We will bathe in the blood of Abraxas or will drown in Aponoic rot. The limbic system is not ours.

Kisheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen (˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )(˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )(˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )(˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )(˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )(˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )(˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

Kisheeeeen im soooooo drunk right nowwww (˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )(˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )(˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )(˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

He's lost his mind from huffing all that concrete. But I still support his endeavors despite his crippling addiction.