Music:cmk- "mom? why didn't cloud give aerith the phoenix down?"
damn your rotten eyes.
we dug the grave beneath the old palm tree; spitting on our palms & shaking hands silently when it was done. it is the confederacy of the coven that draws such characters into it; & the same that plucks them out. some centered around the sconces & menhirs that other cabals had left scattered around, others around cults of personality, but none for any good reason. lonliness is like gravity for some. which is a polite way of talking about a Fall. or a Mark, for the get of earth. either thing felt through the cobweb of dreams. you can get really lost in the cave that is a skull. in the haunt & the hallowes.