vee dee?

i'd forgotten how stressful this city can be, so i'm only now beginning to realize that i should really be shielding against all of this. mauro and i once spoke of lizard halfpeople on public transportation, and, although my cosmology begs to differ, the metaphor is appropriate. circles do something, but bricks are better. i'm a nun dancing in a bee hut, a monk burning in a round tower. i shaved my head again.

am i the only one who doesn't hate love?



my dearest sera,

happy valentine's day, love. i will spend all of tomorrow slaving away, creating fish from dust for the unbelieving hordes, but i will spend nearly all of that time thinking of you, yes, even when my right hand grips a knife and my left something cold and bloody inside of a black bass. even that, one of my truest joys, will not replace the honour and privilege of seeing you.

ever yours,

the earl of grey, your valentine, et cetera, et cetera, ad infinitum.