Not quite manifesting but definitely the cause of and the center to everything that happens to myself. One day I will disappear and no one will notice or care. Hell yeah Scooby Brick
Been writing neo-gothic poetry in ill-fated attempts to springboard my songwriting career. Fill your house with meaningless trinkets lest they see it empty, y'know?
not so much screaming into the void as it is screaming over the shoulder to anyone. this will be found and the consequences will be dire. can you hear the call?