you know, when i started this i didn't think this would get so popular. i also didn't think i would tire, and so much would change. and so much would stay the same. now i know what i'm supposed to be doing. the dissociation barrier has weakened. i've been drawing more. i've been writing. i'm actually learning a little about programming. i understand the importance of practice and reading. i feel as if my form is shifting. i'm learning to be content with just being. i've learned to express violently. only those bright souls can understand. i want to share some art (of all sorts, whatever i can make). i mostly wanna make erotica that appeals to the broken or those that empathize with the perturbed. stories born of blood and steel, electromagnetic, radiant. chuunibyou shit. anyways i'm curating my circle a bit. i admire each and every thing that gave support. this is my bonfire, and i'm glad it could cast a shadow over you.