Incantator of the void. Eternal outsider. Southern anomaly. Anarcho-supercoven. Post-nihilist. A spectre bound to being; rotting in southern Appalachia
Every shitty thing
That I’ve ever done
Waits for me
Underneath the wool of the covers
It’s not a lie
But still I can’t sleep at night
And I’m the only one
Who knows every shitty thing
That I’ve ever done
And then I can’t sleep at night
There is no moral order to the world, and society’s efforts to establish laws and justice are only feeble, crumbling bulwarks against the capricious entropy of chaos.