the crypt
in memory of those who have fallen for the sin of me living in this world: firstly, to the poems, who helped me in an extreme time.
"waiting", when I missed you so sorely. to zonnenzeit, when i felt some hope. to attestupa, who came to me at my worst. to the lone survivor, our sole steward, who helped me express some strange feelings on loneliness. to LED Love, the beginning of a great metaphor about myself. to corruption which followed the feeling and helped me express myself, to upgrade when I helped escape negative thought-patterns and became Lavender proper, and surpassing machinery -- when I shed the mechanical for the wings in my internal monologue.
the ramblings helped me express myself at times when i feel unable to discuss certain thoughts with others, but still wish to share them indirectly, perhaps. or perhaps it is purely for my own satisfaction, who knows. thank you to the lessons I explored in Life is Rape, Ketamine briefly, Alcohol Addiction, Magic and Murder, and autosis.